slothoki

  There was no lime. Only tequila and salt. I was reaching the point to where I didn't care anymore. A series of drinking contests--primarily consisting of hardcore games of rock-paper-scissors and euchre--was nearing its end. I was losing, despite my deep belief I was a proven winner. As I licked the salt off the soft part of my hand and gulped the double shot of tequila down, I probably began to ...

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