I used to be able to drink. Guys I was drinking with always called me a piker for not drinking because there were no outward signs that I was, ... well other than the big pile of empties I pointed them to. And it was beer I used to drink, not Waikato. Unfortunately massive doses of nasty painkillers killed my gut rather than pain.
Damned I wish I could still drink beer.
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