Happy birthday.
When I turned 19 (legal age here) I went to the bar and started to drink. Seriously drink. My friends all poured shots into a big pitcher, and made me drink them all at once. Imagine different bar shots and shooters all mixed in together. It was not a meeting of the United Nations, let me tell you.
I started to throw up, and quickly filled the pitcher I was drinking out of. I then tried to drink my vomit, and was quickly ushered to the bathroom by a buddy who didn't want to watch that.
I passed out on the bathroom floor, my head almost in a urinal. It was not my finest hour.
At 9:30, the bouncer came in and announced "Time for you to leave..."
My buddy gave me a ride home from my birthday party 2 hours after it started, politely stopping every two blocks so that I could throw up. What a pal.
Losing your liscence? That is bad. Going to jail, or a million other things? Much worse.
Everything is relative, from the size of two diamonds to the severity of inconvenience.
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Hey, if you are impressed with my memorizing pi to 10 digits, you should see the size of my penis.
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