Every night a man goes to the bar, it makes a serious dent in his financial future. Even though the following morning may have resulted in a semi-attractive woman lying next to him with a serious case of scary face and hair, it also typically involves a lot of regret. It starts with reaching into the pocket of his jeans and pulling out a bar receipt that makes him say "holy sh*t." Then he attempts to order Chinese food takeout only to realize that he left his credit card at the bar. After that he spends the next two hours fielding phone calls from his friends where they say stuff like "dude, what was wrong with you last night" or "where did you disappear to?" It's a sad state of affairs.

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