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When my father was dropping me off at college, he told me never to put my drink down, and that if I put down a drink that I should never pick it back up. (This was in 1999, the height of the roofies craze.)
Well, I took his advice and if I ever needed to go outside (this was back when you could smoke in fraternity houses in RI) or to the bathroom, I would just chug the rest of what I had.
That was clearly not that Papa had in mind.
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