So last night my boyfriend got REAL drunk and I kept taking his hat....and he would walk 2 feet and fall over and I repeated this until we started wrestling for his hat. He had to throw me over his shoulder and dump me at the top of the hill(we were outdoors) to stop me.
Not completely embarrassing but pretty funny.
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So here's to living life miserable.
And here's to all the lonely stories that I've told.
Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow.
Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle.
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