I Love This Stuff, But It'll Kill Ya ...
... if you drink too much. Which I did a couple of nights ago. Waking (if we can call it that) in the morning feeling as if several IEDs had gone off in my cranium. I had only myself to blame for several million of my brain cells being carried off in body-bags and being slipped into shallow graves in the Potter's Field of Hopes and Dreams. Instead of si…
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