Oh, ick to the screwdrivers. When I was 17, I started college and got invited to a frat party. Having led a completely sheltered life and the fact I'd made it through six whiskey shots unscathed a few nights previous, I thought I was invincible.
I drank five "strong" screwdrivers, apparently thinking that I wasn't having much if any more than when I drank the whiskey, as it certainly didn't burn that much.
I wound up getting my stomach pumped that evening, as did another freshman at that party. Both of us ended up having to take "substance abuse" classes in order to not be expelled for underage drinking.
Needless to say, I've not been able to stomach vodka since.
I still like beer. I prefer ganja.
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