(Not for nothing but I fucking love this modern world where we can be scared and feeling alone on a dark side street and still reach out and let people know and hopefully not feel so awful and alone. I mean, it won't get you home (until MM finishes the transporter) but it's something.)
Spike's Bitches 43: Who am I kidding? I love to brag.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
We just wanted to represent. Didn't mean to get so drunk :(
I'm going to feel really silly (again) if mine is the only drunk and stupid story.
Dude. Where's that fcucking transporter! Somebody wake Joe up!
You guys are totally helping - even tho I'm still bawling.
The representing is the FAR greater point here, sister. You can flick the getting drunk part off like a bug in the morning... well, evening, maybe... I promise you.
drunk at my own wedding! Hello! The next thing I remember after the shot of Jack was my dear friend Heather trying to peel off my dress in my bathroom at home while I sobbed, "I'm so sorry!"
ugh or there was the time I gave a guy a blowjob in the front seat of a car while someone else was driving and there were three guys in the back seat. I later married him... but still.
come to think of it- I was drunk a lot during that relationship.
I think it is part of being too drunk. It makes you extra scared and paranoid, so it take awhile until you do it again. At least you will stay warm. just hang in there -- and if a cop comes by, just tell the truth - you can't drive.
hang in there.
and no I don't want to remember my rally drunk stories.
We had signs that said;
Just married segregated