'Tis the season, as they say.
I'm sitting at work with a very vivid memory of waking up in the most peculiar places after more than a few drinking sessions.
All in all, I got pretty lucky, at least in most cases.
Unlike the local guy who is currently passed out on the men's room floor.
Him, I'm going to have to call the police for.
Like I said, memories.
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