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The Old Hen dragged (drug?) me up to the bar for some hair of the dog. That's the way I remember it, anyhoo. Finally begged her to go home, and we did. Damned if'n she didn't find a bottle of generic Bailey's in the 'fridge in the garage and peer pressured/slapped me until I agreed to drink a couple of shots. I'm pretty sure she's gonna make me smoke more dope than I already have.
Sucks to be me.
Sucks to be me.