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That motherfucker Jose Cuervo.
I was always very good at knowing pretty much when to stop with the tequila. I'd get the bedspins but wake up no worse for the wear in the morning. This one, night, though...I guess it was maybe junior year of college...there was a big house party going on, and my friend kept walking by with the bottle and I just HAD to keep taking it from him...
I went home and thought I was okay, but was curled up on the bathroom floor for the rest of the next day. The worst thing was I was coordinating an event on campus that day, and had guilted a lot of people into participating - and they all showed up, and I didn't. Ugh. Awful. As if the sickness wasn't bad enough, the fact that I was a goddamn hypocrite just made it unbearable.
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