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Originally Posted by Frownland
That's sad. My drunk fun:drunk ****ed ratio is like 50:1.
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I've learned quite a bit since my last super-****ed drunk time.
I'm pretty good at the art of having a really good time. Really.
I'm usually invited to parties because I'm the one who takes care of people who get too fu
cked up, always holding the vomiters, smoothing their hair back, consoling the ones who started thinking about s
hit and started to cry for whatever reason, etc. I'm not typically the one who needs to be carried to the sofa or rolled on my side because I've passed out somewhere weird and nobody wants me to choke on my vomit.
And nobody escapes without my lipstick on one or both of their cheeks.