Last weekend my wife and I went to watch my favorite team play football. It was the final of the series and hence the stadium was packed with fans – mostly sweaty, swarthy men drinking beer and cheering for their teams. We had been drinking wine and were feeling no pain. My wife – a light drinker – was actually very drunk. So much that she was just dozing off my shoulder most of the time. We continued drinking (I had six bottles of wine in my cooler) and I kept feeding her more and...
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