Have a Vicodin, bitch!
(That was "I love you, bitch!" not "Let's rumble, bitch!"
I am one drunk bitch.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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Have a Vicodin, bitch!
(That was "I love you, bitch!" not "Let's rumble, bitch!"
I am one drunk bitch.
Not drunk. Like reading the drunks posts though!
I'm not drunk.
'Cause it's unmixy with your narcotics, dude.
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I am not drunk. I did take a flexeril earlier today that knocked me on my ass...
Hiccuping now. At random house. Was sick at bar following Mardi Gras for second year in a row.
Not drunk either. I have however been enjoying my Danger Days. Status report: the lesser tracks are growing on me with repeated listens. I prefer "Sing" on the iPhone to the TV. "Planetary (GO!)" is the most dance-around-in-your-chair-esque song I've heard in possibly years. So that's nice.
Is there any word on if they're releasing another single from the album?
I didn't get drunk last night. I did take a benedryl, but that's hardly the same. Slept well, though.
I wish I was drunk. I'm at work instead.
A sad, disturbing story . . . a younger friend of ours got married about a year ago. His wife has been feeling ill the past few weeks, but doctors haven't been able to find anything. Yesterday evening, they were at home, she was sleeping and he was on the computer in the bedroom. She was snoring, rolled over, and stopped snoring. Our friend didn't think anything of it. But when he went to bed a couple of hours later, she was gone and had been for a while. It sounds like a plot for House or some procedural. Hubby and I both agree that we're going to be peering at each other in the night a bit more often for the next little while.