Thats PowerAde! Unfortunately Shoer was a glutton and drank his quota by the time he was 34, with a fall off the wagon from '98-02 to verify that it is, indeed, counterproductive to his lifestyle to slurp down almost a 1/2 gal of whiskey each and every day.
About the time that the 4 yr refresher course came to an end a cry went out for a recipient liver for poor Shoer, whose own mangled unit turned green and is scarred from scirrosis so bad that it can't even be considered for use in a plate of liver & onions in some starving 3rd world country.
Unfortunately when you hammer yur liver into submission in the manner Shoer did you are not in all probability going to git one, as livers are at a premium on the organ market and given to people who need one as a result of maladies that are not self-inflicted, as it should be.
On the up side, not only has putting a cork in the bottle given the remaints of what was once Shoers liver a chance to milk a few more years of life outta this sweet ol world, but those yrs have been amazingly good, with a report of
100% less trips to jail, DUIs, broken relationships, destitution, poverty, calibration of beer goggles, and other of an alcoholics lifes' little pleasures.
Let it be said, lest anyone label Shoer as an old, dried-out, pious deadbeat
that respirators and gasmasks are made available to all visitors to his hizzle
who may find difficulty trying to maintain vital life functions in an impenetrible
cloud of smoke.
Poor shoer
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