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

