Originally posted by chef
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. . . or it's the early 1990's and your daughter has kept you up all night with teething pains, it's morning light, and you're both at your wits end and dieing from sleep deprivation, and then (and just then) that couple of cans of lager in the fridge seem mighty attractive. Oh and some Phenergen for the daughter.
Aaaaaahhh!
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P.S. Don't judge if you haven't been there.
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