My birthday is Monday. Since I’m in the middle of freakin Syracuse 100 miles away from all my friends, I thought I could get piss-ass drunk in celebration of my birthday. I consumed over 175 mL of vodka in less than half and hour…and I’m not even close to drunk enough. And I’m out of liquor. Fuck. How am I supposed to be a mindless lush of * one * night of the whole summer if a whole small-sized bottle of vodka won’t do it? Damn it. Curses. I spit upon my tolerance level, and demand a refund from God.
Awww… Poor Myrr…
That’s about all the sympathy I can muster. See, I don’t drink, cuz I’m allergic… Poor me!! 
An early happy birthday to you!
Why thankee kindly 
Alergic ehh? That’s one alergy that I haven’t run into too often. Oh well, you’re not missing anything except spending too much money for a bottle of vodka that won’t even do it’s bloody job right.
Now, on the other hand, I could go sneak into the lab and crack out the straight ethanol… wheee!!
Buy a bigger bottle next time. Smirnoff black label should do the trick .
I heard that Bela Lugosi drank so much alcohol, he developed a tolerance to it to the point where he couldn’t get drunk.
So he turned to formaldehyde. :eek: