This pretty summarizes up my relationship with EtOH...not:
MNZ: Hahaha. This makes me think of some classic russian movie. YW, the protagonist shoves on her fur cap and parka about to head out into the cold Siberian night. Before exiting the bar, she takes one last shot of vodka, slams it down on the table and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, hoping the warmth of the liquor will sustain her on the trip home.
Little does she know, tachycardia awaits.
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