Normally waking up on a Sunday morning I’d say “Ow! My head’ but not this Sunday. I figured that if Mel “Braveheart” Gibson could lay off the tequila, then I too could vanquish the vodka.

Instead of drinking it myself I went in search of some sweet thing that had over induldged herself.

Wallah–I found this cute coed named Judith Demme who apparently lost more than just her inhibitions with the drink. Looks likes she is getting in touch with her own Sugar Tits.

There is some debate on line whether or not drinking causes you to say and do things that otherwise you might not, bringing out the real you OR if it is just the < insert libation of choice here > talking.

I can tell you from my own personal experience that boozing it up effects people differently. I have a college buddy, a geeky kind of guy who never talked at all unless he was directly asked a question. Very quiet type, straight A’s, kept to himself. Until he started drinking. Then he became the nastiest loud mouthed mutherfucker on the block. The real him? or was it Mr. Jack Daniels doing the talking?

I guess with Mel we’ll never know what it was because it is a sure bet that from now on he’ll be on his best behavior. This little babe on the other hand can induldge all she wants as long as she stays naked and in front of me.

L’chai-im, Sugar Tits!!