B-Card
A cursed license from Minnesota. You get it after three DWIs. You swear off alcohol forever, or else you lose your car and your dignity.
My B-Card is like a curse. I can't even drink soda anymore.
I got my B-Card because I tried to drink a whole bottle of wine at a stoplight.
My B-Card made me quit my job. I can't even go to happy hour anymore.