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My Dad gave me the best advice when I left for college: he said he knew I was going to drink, and if so, that I should stick to beer, because you know how much you have had and how much you can handle, and that can't be said for some concoction whipped up at a fraternity party.
I took his advice, and many a snowy or icy night, I walked home from the fraternities with a drunken girlfriend draped over my shoulder - usually someone who thought the "Hairy Buffalo" or even Strawberry Daqueris sounded yummy.
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