Geno, got home about 11:30(late for us) and passed out.
Wife was giving me chit the next morning about not even brushing my teeth when we got home.
Warm, nasty, plastic bottle....
Too funny.
Wife and I found a half pint plastic bottle (vodka??) on one of our dog walks recently. I no longer drink, but told her I wish they had those things when I did.
Sure was a pain in the ass, and wet too, when a glass one broke in the hip pocket upon falling drunk on ones butt. And all the liquor ran out too.
