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Had too much Founder's Day punch.

Aw, geez...you all right, Rory?

Yeah, I'll be fine.

I just have to start remembering to not drink it.

I'll say...I mean...*huffs*

What the heck even made you think about touching that stuff? Have you forgotten about your mother? The...whatchacallit...the Coyote Ugly incident? (NO idea what that means, but that's the way she puts it...)

*shudders*

Oh, yeah. If there were ever a reason not to drink, that would be it.

Exactly. So learn from your mother's mistakes, because she's obviously not learning anything any time soon...and lay off, huh?

So...you okay? Because if you got in over yer head, I do have a good hangover cure I can fix you up with...little hair of the dog and you'll be fine, I guarantee it.

Yet another one to add to your ever growing list of movies you should have seen, Danes.

Hey, I got better things to do with my time besides watch every single bad movie that the jackasses in Hollywood produce to make a profit on my theater dollars. There's a reason I don't go see jack squat anymore, they overcharge for a flick that robs me of two hours of my life...or longer, if it's an artsy movie, and to top it all off? The food? SUCKS.

Anyway, that's what I got you for. You rent the crap, I watch the crap. That's the way it works...I mean, that's the way it usually happens, at any rate.

Oh, Rory, darling, love my life, apple of my eye, cream in my coffee if I were to ever decide to profane my coffee with something as unnecessarily wasteful as cream, when oh when will you ever learn to stay away from the evil, evil temptation that is Founder's Day punch?

Soon, hopefully, but apparently not today.

OOC: Yay! :D

Just remember: throwing up only makes it worse, the Punch seems to derive power from the retching.

Oh, yeah. That part I got.

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