Fleeting friendship sealed with vodka;
Russian at the bar!
I looked in at 101 for 'just the one' after getting off work (a little early!) last night, stayed for the tennis...... and then the big chap in the corner started buying me shots. The latter part of the evening is all a bit of a blur.
The Stoli, I fear, was not all that it should have been. Today, I am suffering - not with a hangover (because I don't get those, remember?), but a fake-alcohol brain injury.
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I must be in a bad way. My syllable count went astray there.
Naughty, naughty.
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