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Whiskey makes me talk to myself if I drink it when I'm on my own. Usually stuff like "fuck 'em" or "bollocks to the lot of 'em". This usually ends up with me desperately tearing my flat apart, looking for a Reba McEntire CD I'm not even sure that I own. Eventually I'll just climb into bed with my shoes on and collapse into a heavy sleep.
This method is scientifically proven to achieve absolutely fuck all of any value, by the way.
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