So Wednesday night involved the cristening of my flask. The beginning of adventures involving smuggling friends such as Vodka and Southern Comfort into night-clubs, horse races and concerts so I can afford the taxi fare home. No longer will my wallet have to endure weak, dilated $8.50 vodka sunrises an Sourthern Comfort and cokes. I think this is love.
Monday, January 11, 2010
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