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captain_slinkyLast night I came home and wallowed in comics till I passed out.
Today my feet hurt, by breath stinks and Jesus don't love me no more*.
THIS is the closest I come to knowing what life would be like if I were a binge drinker.
Do folks that drink a lot get this feeling, too? That feeling on The Morning After where you hurt and ache and feel like throwing up but DAMN it's good to have a reminder of all the fun you had? If so, I now understand the appeal of drinking!
(*Bonus Points to anyone who can identify that quote, but trust me NO ONE will be able to identify that quote)
Today my feet hurt, by breath stinks and Jesus don't love me no more*.
THIS is the closest I come to knowing what life would be like if I were a binge drinker.
Do folks that drink a lot get this feeling, too? That feeling on The Morning After where you hurt and ache and feel like throwing up but DAMN it's good to have a reminder of all the fun you had? If so, I now understand the appeal of drinking!
(*Bonus Points to anyone who can identify that quote, but trust me NO ONE will be able to identify that quote)
