Technically, it happened Monday night. But I’m still feeling it.
I ate an entire pint of “Marsha Marsha Marshmallow,” and chased it with a glass of eggnog laced with Extra Old Mount Gay.
Then I died.

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Technically, it happened Monday night. But I’m still feeling it.
I ate an entire pint of “Marsha Marsha Marshmallow,” and chased it with a glass of eggnog laced with Extra Old Mount Gay.
Then I died.
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