3 Captain's 'n Coke, 3 pitchers of beer ( shared with friends), and 3 shots of Jagermeister make for a sad tummy the next morning.
Not the icky, puking kind.
The " What the fuck were you thinking, you dumb ass?!" kind of sick.
Seriously, I'll be 29 next month.
You would think I would know better than that, right?
Apparently not so much