Like Drm50, I met my Waterloo in '72 against a bottle of Vat 69 and hurled most of my internal organs. To this day the smell of Scotch triggers my gag reflex. That was the last time that I ever got sick due to alcohol intake. From that day on I went from a sprinter to a distance runner.
I wish it had never happened as I am sure I ruined a good thing for myself.
In a small private ceremony, beer and I exchanged vows and have been faithful ever since.
I wish it had never happened as I am sure I ruined a good thing for myself.
In a small private ceremony, beer and I exchanged vows and have been faithful ever since.