Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee, kick like a mule, hung like a horse

My policy on alcohol hasn’t changed much since the near-fatal “pizza” incident a while back (yes, I’m still blaming the food). I think since then I’ve had 1/2 of a Smirnoff Spin. The reason I only had the half, is because I split it with M at his parents’ for lunch a weekend or soContinue reading Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee, kick like a mule, hung like a horse