This, my friends, is the beginning of the end...
I remember that my first real REAL drunken binge was on a fifth of wild Turkey back in high-school.
Why Wild Turkey you ask?
Because it was all we could get our grubby little fingers on (I stole it from my brother
)
I was so sick that I threw up not just on, but all over my soon to be ex-girlfriend. She wanted to make out, and I told her I didn't feel well.
I was hurting soooo friggin' bad!
to this day, I can't even stand the smell of Wild T! or most other bourbon/whiskey for that matter!
Why Wild Turkey you ask?
Because it was all we could get our grubby little fingers on (I stole it from my brother
)I was so sick that I threw up not just on, but all over my soon to be ex-girlfriend. She wanted to make out, and I told her I didn't feel well.
I was hurting soooo friggin' bad!
to this day, I can't even stand the smell of Wild T! or most other bourbon/whiskey for that matter!






