It had been a party at my cousin Buggins', I had, by attempting to be the life and soul, perhaps engendered by the looming juggernaut of my sexagenary, possibly over-quaffed, and was now reaping the painful reward that was my hangover. I had slumped into the lap of my beloved, who's cool hand I had to keep placing on my ice-picked brow in order to devote time for my consciousness to quell the rising pit of bile in my stomach. My second cousin once-removed Louise looked at my sorry state, with some agitation she grabbed boyfriend Dave's elbow, and with her other hand indicated my recumbent, injured body.
"See Dave! That's why we have to drink as much as possible now!"
See the Young still have the potential to learn much from their Elders.
