When good fish go bad

Bad sushi is like a having a really exponentially drunken-drunk one night stand, crazy, risky, awesome and then you wake up the next morning. Yes. The bad fish will come for you at night then kill you, mother fucker. And of course, this tragic death has a score, crazily enough, which this morning was Smashing Pumpkins Disarm. No really, that was the first song that coincidentally played on TV while my suffering played off... errm... elsewhere. Shame-e.