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Don't drink much any more but, I did pretty good in my day. I sort of remember one night we snuck two bottles of 151 Rum in to the "The Rocky Horror Picture Show". I remember feeling pretty good until I got up to leave then suddenly someone stole my legs. I only remember bits and pieces after that. I remember we kept singing out our address every 10 seconds, even though it was my sister taking us home and she was well aware of where we lived. I also remember begging to go to Taco Bell. I remember sleeping curled around an electric heater in the bathroom all night. Next morning or more accurately the next afternoon we found empty boxes of frozen clams and other such delicacies, but no one remembers cooking or eating anything.
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