i love the way a drunk person thinks and the stupid theories they come up with.
my husband, for example, came home pissed drunk tonight after heading out after work with coworkers. but mind you, he was not drunk.
nope. he was not drunk after having 3 margaritas from a joint that has a "3 margarita limit" sign on the wall.
nope. it was the house. our house that made him sick.
he was fine until he walked in the door, as if passing through our threshold increased the toxicity of the alcohol flowing through his veins and ran roughshod over his stomach.
silly drunk. i'm not sure which i am more amazed about -- him driving home "while he was fine" or the fact that my house has special powers to make alcohol more potent.
we definitely need to use that as a talking point if we ever decide to sell the house. now uses 40% less alcohol. parties are cheaper. drinks more potent.
what's not to love?
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