Bugger! Now I know why I don't drink! I really don't hold my whiskey all that well. Two glasses (well one rather large one and a shot actually) and I was gone. Stumbled home at 11pm (I know, what a rebel), mum and dad were out taking 'the devil' back to Julie's house (he bit daddy's ear and he'd had enough apparently). I woke up at 12 (PM!!!) and
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