I remember those days, those halcyon days, if you will, when they were like, "Don't drive drunk," and you were like, "Ok!" but then you got older, and got way drunker, and you were like, "Well, how am I supposed to get home? Wait till I'm sober? Call a cab?" No! just drive home, drunk-ish. And here we are. I don't fucking need. Yeah, I'll die
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