Seriously. I'm afraid.
Who's going to drive you guys home?
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Seriously. I'm afraid.
Who's going to drive you guys home?
Seriously. I'm afraid.
Don't be. Here, let me virtually, non-stalkingly-way pet your hair.
How drunk are you?
Also, start drinking lots and lots of water. Right now. It'll dilute the buzz, flush it from your system, and alleviate the hangover to-be.
David is smart.
DW is passed out. I'm not okay to drive. I'm scared.
oh shit. Who's near GC? I'm stuck here 'till 1am.
Where are you guys? Do you need to taxi home or to a hospital?
Where are you, Glam? Can you call a cab or a friend for a ride?
No need for hospital. But can't drive home. Just hanging until I can,
any chance you have AAA? You can get a tow home.