That Paul gave me one of my funniest go-to stories about why you don't drink it, which culminated in me waking up on a bathroom floor. In the morning.
Boy, that cold bathroom floor feel so goooooddd when a nigga overload. One of mu uncles that I drink said he saw me crawlin' to da bathroom on all fours. One minute I was sleep in da bedroom, da next I was laying in da pitch dark on my back, head spinning not knowing how I got there. Huggin' da commode. I called Earl and he picked up. And when he answered, "rrrrrrrargghhh. Bloooop. Splash. Rrrrrrrargghhh. Cough. Cough. Brrrrsshdhdhdhedkk". Pucking my guts out out. Gone off of Raspberry Smirnoff.

 
	 
  
 
		 
 
		

 
 
		 
 
		 I  sipped all of those at sm point
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	 Damn....looking at it making me queasy
  Damn....looking at it making me queasy
 
 
		 
	 
 
		 
 
		 
	 
	 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
	 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		