This morning, as I was slaving away at the office, I noticed something.
I had only taken the nail polish off of the nails of my right hand... my left hand was still painted.
The first question I was asked upon this discovery was "Were you drinking?"
I actually had to think about it.
I had a few Doozers (thanks BT) Sunday night, but I think the nail polish removing occurred on Saturday, so NO I wasn't drinking. I apparently just have no idea what the fuck I'm doing.
A Doozer is blackberry schnapps, sprite and a splash of cherry liqueur. They're pretty tasty if I do say so myself.
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