Whoever made alcohol so fun and hurt so bad needs to be taken to the community square and flogged. You know that responsible feeling you get at the beginning of the night, when you're like "Noooo, I'm not going to drink too much tonight. It's going to be a nice chill evening"? Yeah, fuck that and those famous last words. Well, my nice chill evening started at 1pm at a winery. Between six girls, we polished off a good 8-10 bottles of wine. Who doesn't think that is an awesome idea is stupid. I'm not even sure I'm making sense right now.
Seriously, I'm too old for this shit.
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