'....so then the doctor told him that he's just one drink away from cirrhosis. He's only nineteen for christsake! And then my dumbass mother in law gets him a sixpack for graduation and I say "What are you, crazy?" So then I get my .45 pistol, bring the six pack into the front yard, and shoot about twenty holes in it and say "Yeah you try to drink that now, idiot."'
I love the south sometimes.
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