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My friends think I'm a lush

Saturday, December 15, 2007

I'm pretty sure that even though I look like this:

my friends look at me and see this:

"Why?" you ask. I have participate in a handful of Secret Santa gift exchanges in my day
and every time I have received something related to alcohol. First year: a Notre Dame beer mug. Second year: frosted Budweiser pilsner glasses. Third year: homer Simpson monster mug. And this year was no different. What did I receive? A Sierra Nevada pint glass, a 12-pack of Sierra Nevada Celebration Ale, and a mini putting green with six shot glasses designed to be a drinking game.

The only other common factor in all the gift exchanges was Pangle. So I'm putting the blame for my lush image squarely on her. Curse you, Pangle. Curse you.

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