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I woke with another headache.

It felt like there were hundreds of tiny people with tiny ice-picks  jabbing the inside of my skull. My wife says they will stop when I quit drinking the cheap tequila.

Maybe she's right.

The next day, instead of my usual José Hoser, I grabbed a bottle of Patron. I hear it's supposed to be good stuff, and the wife can't complain that it's cheap.

I got home and commenced to get acquainted with Patron. It tasted a whole lot better than Hoser,and my head didn't hurt in the morning.

Somehow, I felt gypped.