You aren’t in college any more, and you can’t go out and drink 9 beers and 3 shots in 2 hours. Makes you wake up in a puddle of your own frothy drool. Then you lay on the couch and watch Rachel Ray try to cheer up the entire world with an EVOO-covered panini-salad-yummo-pasta-grill-seasoning parfait. Your fiancee takes even longer to get out of bed, and when you both have type-a personalities that lead to Weekend Task Lists, you get stressed when sh!t doesn’t get done… and then guess what? You need another drink. Learn anything yet?
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