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Originally Posted by wolverinewolfweiselpigeon
I'm at my bf's work holiday party at this fancy old white folk "villa" and there are three of us that have been sitting at the table reserved for eight for an hour and a half and everybody is getting all uptight like "if there's only three of you we have to move you to a smaller table" and we're like "ok but we are still expecting the other people..." and my anxiety is at a level ten because I can't make small talk with ****ing Jane from accounting any longer so I just keep drinking wine and eating the free bread and we are the talk of the kitchen and I didn't even want to be here in the first place and I miss my dog
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I'm posting this from the ****ing bathroom (which I've visited six times since we got here). Please send help.
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I feel bad for you. Stay in the bathroom for as long as possibly. Just keep the rotation going, wine , free bread then bathroom. Every time you are ready to go to the bathroom just be like "woooo this wine is running through me." Gives you a nice plausible excuse to constantly be in the bathroom.