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Originally Posted by nonsubmissivewife
That reminds me of when my ex-room mate and I had a boy friend bitch session one night, except instead of vodka or ice cream, we drank 3 (or 4?) bottles of wine, one of which was the worst chardonnay I've ever tasted in my life (though I prefer red anyway). This happened a couple more times until we had quite the rack of empty bottles. We called it our wine rack of angst.
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Haha I know that feeling, just around my computer desk I have 3 bottles of Merlot from the past two weeks. However nothing was worse than my last roommate and I's recycling closet. It was right when you walk in the apartment, so you had to hold your breath cause my roommate couldn't be bothered to rinse out his beer cans after he was finished. It was so nasty that when we finally got around to taking the recycling back (only when we were both broke and payday was a week away) we had to breath through our mouths. I wish I had taken photos before I moved out, the top rack had about... 20 bottles of this really crappy Chardonnay called "Solas" with the odd bottle of Merlot for me. Then the rest would be garbage bags full of cans and beer cases full of bottles (I prefer beer in bottles, my roommate prefered cans). Yeah it was pretty insane how much alcohol we consumed.