Seriously how many times have you said this? While I'm sitting here this morning, my head pounding more than Brangelina on the set of Mr. & Mrs. Smith, I resolve to NEVER DRINK AGAIN! Last night was filled with alcohol of all types, slithering down my waiting esophagus into my stomach, and then eventually crawling back up. I jest... I did not puke last night but I have many times before. After nights like this, and possibly a large number of embarassing moments, we all vow to never drink again. But how serious is that vow? I feel it never makes it past the weekend, and here we are Sunday morning, feeling the same physical aches and "OMGWHOTHEFUCKDIDITEXT?" remorse. At this moment, I really feel like I could enjoy a life of clear-headedness and humility without the tender caress of the bottle... but I know soon as I get into a bar and that bumping Brit Spears song gets into my ear drums, and I am surrounded by friends of all kinds, I will not be able to keep my promise. What it comes down to really, is it worth the day long hangover and lethargy the next day, for approximately 5 hours of pure bliss... hell yeah it is. So drink up, and meet me at my house for SpongeBob, greasy food, and gatorade the next day to recover.
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