The recycle bin. Where bottles once full go to die. When my recycle bin looks like this, I have to put it out on the curb late at night so no one sees. I can only imagine what the neighbors must think. I almost feel like I have to explain myself but there's no good way to spin this. I swear, I didn't consume all this by myself although I did have my fair share. Oh well, I'll make my walk of shame to the curb tonight. "Drunk man walking!"
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