09-02-2017, 06:16 PM
Once upon a time I found a barrel of bud-light lime-a-ritas that were doused in vomit behind a mexican restaurant with my friends. I rehabilitated my share of them when I got home by bathing them all meticulously. I then drank them, specifically remember listening to this song, and then my brother came in my room requesting one. He seemed to really want one, and it would have been the first time he ever had alcohol, but I told him that I didn't feel good about letting him have one because I didn't know how they would interact with his bipolar meds. I still feel bad time to time because I'm not sure I made the right choice. I don't know why I still feel genuinely bad about it. It shouldn't be such a big deal.
This one is good, too. He's pretty sexy.
This one is good, too. He's pretty sexy.
