Somewhere along the way in my happy hour adventures, I learned this little rhyme:
One, two, feeling cool.
Three, four, just one more.
Five, six, gonna be sick.
I
always thought it was a cute way to remind myself not to drink too much
(and yes, five will do it; I am kind of a cheap date), but the trouble
is I forget the rhyme before it's actually useful. But now there's a
bottle opener that will do all the work for me:
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