
I was having some serious “I may never drink again” feelings.
I was having some serious “I may never drink again” feelings.
Decisions were made.
Now I’m being petulant.
I hope I am never that dude in the bar. Ever.
Alcohol makes me even dumber.
I really am.
It was worse than you think. Or at least that last fifteen minutes was.
I’m not hung over, you’re hung over. Ssssshhhhhhhhh. Object quieter.
You should invite me to all of your parties. Or, given the amount of food I made for my party, make me host every party.
This is what dating me is like.