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My youngest kid got an apartment with a buddy, the minute he graduated from high school. My first trip over there was shortly thereafter and already they had amassed a sizable collection of empty bottles, as they kept them all as some sort of trophy. I spotted an empty bottle of Vueve Cliquot and decided I needed to take a better look. I found a good assortment of anejo tequila bottles and a little lightbulb went off in my head. Apparently, most of the stock that they had consumed had come from my house.
He named his dog Malibu, because he couldn’t keep him away from a rum and Coke.
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