I was an unfortunate participant in a 11 hour drinking marathon… My liver is crying from the abuse, my eyes are bleeding, I’m most probably still drunk but I wouldn’t know as I’ve reached the point where I can’t tell the difference. All I can taste is Patrone and that is after I have brushed my teeth 3 times. I can barely think yet alone put a proper sentence together. I am now just going to lie here and not think as I might just hurt myself.
I'm beginning to think i have Cenosillicaphobia - the fear of an empty glass, thats the only explanation i have for last night.
Ps: To the random guy, errr sorry I spilt my drink on you!
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