It's 3:25 in the afternoon and I'm plastered. Why? No particular reason, but it's Saturday and fuck you for judging me. *continues to drink*
Awww.... don't scare him! My husband is outside playing basketball and drinking with his buddies right now. We're not ALL bitches!!
Ahhh.... what a fun little surprise. I just found a bottle of Moscato on the grocery store shelf that someone forgot to buy. WINNING
I'm gonna try clear liquor next, but I'm getting fucking discouraged. Ask Tommy about the souvenir he got on his trip.
nearly a 1/5 of Crown Reserve. Im gonna pay for that in the morning... Fuckin Jets, damn near giving me a heart attack and driving me to drink.