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After drinking Sierra Nevada Celebration Ale's and wine all day on Thanksgiving, I woke up around 11pm that night to find myself face planted between a bears crotch, covered with a baby quilt, holding a baby bottle in one hand while grasping my balls in the other. I freaked the fuck out because 1) I had no clue where I was and 2) Why was I surrounded by shit you would see in a baby's nursery? Waking up drunk in some place other than your own home is a scary fucking thing folks. For a split second, I thought I was wearing a big ass baby diaper.
When you get a little tipsy and pass out, this is what family members will do to you during the holidays. Can you blame them?
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