Despite my predilection for beer and ale, I am not disposed to imbibing the spirits. I usually turn down shot offers because the day-after consequences are well-known and painful. I can handle an unusual amount of beer, but a shot or two knocks my teeth out. Yes, yes, the alcohol content is the same, but for some reason I deal better with or somehow metabolize the brewsky more efficiently.
Regardless, Mike Beaman forced me to drink two shots of tequila and a shot of Jaeger yesterday. This morning I managed to ride with Bri and the gang but the world was moving in slow motion. I don't like shots. Here is a picture of a bottle of tequila.
It makes me want to vomit.
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4 comments:
He didn't exactly force you, unless by force you mean he said, "Hey Marty! You wanna do a shot?!"
we all make our own decisions in life so stand up to it like a man
Someone forget to take their happy pill today, hmmmm?
Payback is HELL buddy!
You make me ride 5 hours, I make you take 3 shots. Sounds fair to me.
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