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Joshua staggered into my room and proceeded to bury his face in my pillow.
Are you ok? I enquired
Yes, Sarah and her stupid free flow suggestion. He mumbled
Ah.
What did you have?
2 vodkas, Gin and Tonic, and wiskey.
Lethal Mix.
Yes I can smell.

I just vomitted all over the toilet. Help.

I just spent the last hour hosing down chunks of partly digested fermenting northern indian fare, absolutely putrid no less, and walking downstairs for a hot bowl of noodles with him after.
Joshua loves his JD
Glad he's back