I was at a party and Mexican food with hot peppers was being served. I drank ice cold Boone’s Farm Strawberry Hill to put out the fire. I drank so much that I fell “asleep” standing up at the kitchen sink. Honest to God!
Last time I drank Strawberry Hill, I woke up underneath a dumpster in downtown Tijuana in a puddle of my own puke, scratching myself with a dead rodent.