I went Go Karting over the weekend. My friend arranged it for her boyfriend's birthday. I was terribly sore the day after, which is not something I'm proud of. My leg hurt from holding down the accelerator and my neck ached from the constant whiplash. When the Go Karting arrangements were made, the people at the track sold us one hour of beer and wine after the races. My friend told them, "You guys are going to lose your asses on this one." Turns out we were too tired to even pour pitchers of beer. It was like the time I went snorkeling off a sailboat in the Florida Keys and they offer all-you-can-drink beer and wine on the boat ride home after snorkeling. After a couple hours of bobbing in the ocean and drinking sea water while looking at coral reefs, you're not in much of a state to pound a bunch of beer. That didn't stop us from drinking them out of Carlo Rossi and at least a few cans of Miller Lite back then, but now even Go Karting is too much.
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