First time I ever went to a HS party and got drunk (on a shit-ton of Vodka and OJ)... My parents got me up at 6 the next morning and I spent the day putting up fences through a fucking briar patch. In the sun. All Day.Trust me when I tell you, NOBODY likes working fence...even the crew that's doing it. Growing up on a farm/ranch I hated fixing fence every spring, tumbleweeds would bock the fence, snow would drift heavy on the tumbleweeds and stretch the fence or push it down...any place the fence crosses a water way...just a miserable job, but being the owner's kid, there was no getting out of it.
Cured me of Vodka for life. Luckily, I later discovered beer. And by my Senior Year, Wine Coolers. Bartles and Jaynes were better leg spreaders than quaaludes. Not that we had any of those in the sticks.
Sirhr