Tottering home drunk and worse for wear is totally my Friday night favourite look..Something of a fright night.
God's I don't even like drinking, but when theres a large group and margaritas are ordered by the pitcher you can pretty much forget restraint.
Ah, I read such a lovely poem today and I thought up so many rhythmic replies in my head which never made it to the blanks of this space.
If I weren't so drunk I'd speak sappy love talks dripping with gauche passion..
It's a task typing on this Gboard.
Soon..
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