I hate booze but I love chocolate. Go figure.

This is me, day before Christmas, and someone gave Mom a big box of those brandy-filled cashew shaped chocolates, and I had a few. Not enough to get like this, certainly. I had about three. But I thought it would be a funny idea if I did get drunk on them. So here you are. And guys, this is as close to drunk as you are getting me. That means you, Ced.