Hahahaha.
And I thought I was an alcoholic…
“Hey guys, I’m getting picked up in half an hour…I gotta finish my rum.”
Normally I’d be proud to help you out on that one…but not this time. I honestly contemplated leaving you on the grass by the road and waiting in the trees until you were picked up just so I wouldn’t hafta stare death in the face as your mother asked “What the fuck happened?” All in all a good night :) weekend any better?
I’m real…. bitch -J
