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Ah yes, Tekillya. My ex favorite drink. Nothing like waking up in the morning in the fetal position in the front seat of my truck, after I missed the driveway and ricocheted off the elm tree beside the driveway.

Beautiful summer morning, the birds are chirping. 5 am and the sun is shining in on you, its 120 degres inside the truck and you have a hang over that will last for at least 3 days.

Just remember, Tequila isn't classified as alcohol, Its a Drug.
 
Blue Hog ridr said:
Ah yes, Tekillya. My ex favorite drink. Nothing like waking up in the morning in the fetal position in the front seat of my truck, after I missed the driveway and ricocheted off the elm tree beside the driveway.

Beautiful summer morning, the birds are chirping. 5 am and the sun is shining in on you, its 120 degres inside the truck and you have a hang over that will last for at least 3 days.

Just remember, Tequila isn't classified as alcohol, Its a Drug.
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My buddies and I call it "felony juice" due to the fact that we stole a 30 foot long sign off the side of the police station, at 3 in the afternoon, at Oaks Bluff Martha's Vineyard. :) I still don't know how we didn't get busted for that one. We brought the sign back a few weeks later!
 
Does Marth's Vineyard have a donut shop?

Thats why you didn't get caught. But good one anyway. If yer gonna get messed up on felony juice, may as well do it big time.
 
Blue Hog ridr said:
Ah yes, Tekillya. My ex favorite drink. Nothing like waking up in the morning in the fetal position in the front seat of my truck, after I missed the driveway and ricocheted off the elm tree beside the driveway.

Beautiful summer morning, the birds are chirping. 5 am and the sun is shining in on you, its 120 degres inside the truck and you have a hang over that will last for at least 3 days.

Just remember, Tequila isn't classified as alcohol, Its a Drug.
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I don't remember much of the first tequila binge I went on. I think I was 19 yrs. old.

What I do remember was waking up about 6am in the middle of my front yard all wet and covered with dew.

My partner in crime lived a couple of doors down from me. When I sat up and looked around, I saw him laying in his front yard.

I got up, walked down to him, kicked him and told him I'd see him in about a year when the hangover subsided.

Ahh, fond memories,


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