Singing “The Twelve Days of Christmas” is dangerous when you’re an alcoholic. Most people would just sip and sing along, but my friends were different. We took one shot for each corresponding number- nine shots for the ninth day, three shots for the third day…You get it. Most years I only stick around till the sixth day, then I either pass out, lash out at an invisible man, or consider crawling into the nearest bedroom with a woman just as smashed as I. Most times I wake up covered in my own guts. And my liver in a pear tree.
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