I am 3 pitchers of White into an evening. Blitzed as fuck, well sexed and the last one awake. I have done well this saturday. Tomorrow I move old furniture to the dump and await the last of my supplies to finish my basement office.
Too drunk to do anything productive, but still wide awake. The only downside to an evening such as this.
Drunk enough to feel the power of the universe, not drunk enough to drink all of a mix of yuengling and adult chocolate milk. Even see cottage cheese? Imagine that but smelling vaguely of chocolate khalua and beer.
What a sweet image.So if you ever have the chance to be biking home from a toga party still wearing the toga and you can look up at just the right moment to see a shooting star you should totally do that. It's really life affirming.