The Liver Cried: Yeah Baby, Kill Me!

That was what she (yes, my liver is a girl) said late Saturday night (or shall I say early Sunday morning) after I drank the last drop of Corona (after Gin and Tonic, Cosmo, Southern Comfort, and another Corona). Btw, Kevin, that Southern Comfort stuff is N-A-S-T-Y! She (my liver) probably didn't like me very much that night, but she definitely could not resist the temptation, the wave of euphoria that hit her constantly till the early morning. I could see her laying there, taking a puff and said, "Damn! I haven't had it like that for the longest time!" She hates me, but she can't stop loving me either.