Don't try to bake when you're hung over

Last night was 80's night at Broadway's. Crown Royal was on special. I was cuttin' rugs to PYT until 3 AM. Woke up exhausted, and decided to do penance by feeding myself something healthy. Enter banana braaaaan muffins. Logan used to make the best braaaan muffins. But in my foggy state, I misread the recipe and used two cups of flour instead of one. When I realized this, I made a feeble attempt to remedy my mistake by just dumping in more milk, instead of just making the effort to double the whole recipe, as I should have. The result was bland, rubbery, branny, basically inedible blobs. BOO. Meara told me to feed them to the birds. What birds?