Actually, no. it took a lot of 'over serving' me to get me even tipsy. But I was never a belligerent drunk, mostly because I wasn't belligerent and rarely drunk.
I just became MORE affable and even more witty, I think.
At least no one showed me the door.
But you know; you've seen the belligerent drunk, right?
The bad angel on the shoulder, he goes to the gym, he's pumped. The good angel on the other shoulder is blasé, he is easily knocked out.
My good angel also went to the gym, so 'bad angel goes down, bad angel goes down', as Howard Cosell might have called it.
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