Word of the Day: katzenjammer

After my pig Percival returned from his longer-than-a-year tour of duty both as the Supreme Baconator of the Holy Hogtied Church of Swineytology and as the United States’ special envoy to the world, we held a huge party that lasted until the wee hours of the morning and resulted in us all looking as though we were suffering from a form of katzenjammer, but we were really just over-tired; in reality there was nothing stronger than decaffeinated coffee and Percival’s own Corn and Beer Stew served during the party.