Me neither
It’s clearly Southern Comfort’s fault, not ours
Third vote for Southern Comfort here.
Haven't touched it since a fateful night around 45 years ago when I tried to impress a girl by necking it straight out of the bottle at an after pub party, during my ill-advised Phil Oakey phase.
The fact that I could only see out of one eye due to the bizarre haircut didn't help when the double vision and nausea kicked in.
I ended up slumped unconscious in my mate's outside netty and she went home regally unimpressed and not amused.
End of a relationship which had never actually begun.
Evil stuff that Southern Comfort. Avoid.