When it was wicked hot in New York City and I had had one too many VANILLA VODKA & SPRITES the night before, I would stop at the Starbucks at Astor Place on my way to work and slurp one of these puppies down and Hallelujah! Cured. But I might as well of just stopped off at McDonald's and super-sized my breakfast with a XXL milkshake to wash it down. Good luck with those, Miley, when you're 27. Granted that is in like 79707 years.
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