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alcohol = bad. couch = good.

by Jen at 6:14 pm on 1.01.2007 | 2 Comments
filed under: blurblets, holidaze

Ugh – I am dying.

If this is nature’s way of reminding us how bad alcohol is for one’s body, why on earth make it so yummy in the first place?!? Surely it would make much more evolutionary sense for alcohol to taste like the vile toxin it is, rather than like delicious liquid sunshine in a bottle…

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    Comment by vanessa

    1.01.2007 @ 20:25 pm

    I had 3 of A’s cranberry matrini’s and a cup of very good spiced eggnog. It wasn’t too much to drink for the old days, but it was too much to drink when returning home to a child who doesn’t sleep. yes, got home at 11, in bed by 11:30. dozed at 12, child awake at 12:15.

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    Comment by Nicole

    2.01.2007 @ 20:55 pm

    LOL!

    I polished off two bottles of wine but luckily the long line of alcholic stock I come from prevented me from being hung over. . .

    I’m on the wagon for at least two months though. My liver is not happy with me.

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