I don't drink regularly. Hate the tastes. Blech. But... it does warm you on the inside, like some kind of liquid stomach hug. *wraps self in happiness* I've never drunk so much to lose control or anything like that. I don't want to do that.
Getting other people drunk to take advantage of their less impared self, now that's an entirely different kettle of trout.
Smoking and drugs... not for me, thanks. Dad smokes, and it's revolting, just revolting. The smell does actually get everywhere, and no amount of Fabreezing gets rid of the retch. My fingertips get yellowed, so naturally I'm a source of amusement at school.
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