Guilty Drinker
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Friday, January 16, 2009
GUILTY DRINKER
Sometimes, during a booze-filled weekend, I get to feeling kinda ashamed about all the beer I drink. Then I look deeply into my glass and I start thinking about the workers in the brewery, and about all their hopes and dreams.
"If I didn't drink this beer," I think, "those poor people might be out of work, and all their dreams would be shattered. "
So I say to myself, "It is better that I drink this beer and let their dreams come true than to selfishly sit here and worry about my liver."
