I know Adler. Actually, I think a more accurate narrative might be:

"...and I awoke on the cold tile floor in front of the refrigerator, naked, in a fetal postion, covered with my own vomit, some stale beer, sour milk, some pickle juice, with claw marks on my legs and back from the two hundred eleven pound chick that just a few hours ago somehow reminded me of Kirstie Alley when she was on Cheers..."

Anyway...THAT is the guy I always heard about....