Drink slow and deep, Cuz cabernet isn't cheap. but tonight's a special night, right Kenny? please pass the henny. it's 5:00 somewhere- maybe in Miami, another, another, another, another glass of brandy. pretty please with an olive on top, martins got martinis in pretty glasses making for a nice set of scenery. we should take a picture before we forget to remember the night because a few more shots and i know we just might. jim brought the gin but he should have brought the bean, because whiskey got me frisky and tequila makes her clothes peel right off like that soft soft lemon wedge to take away the fiery edge of your favourite favourite poison, seeping in slow- the walls seem to grow
or shrink, wheres the toilet? ill just puke in the sink. I'm good now ya hear? I'm not stopping until i finish my damn beer. it's chocolate stout, you know what that's about? it's about 20 proof, that's 10 more than i need before i hit the floor. nothing rhymes with vodka. screw it. wheres the vodka. or the everclear, i got some here- cleanse my soul like ether think i got a fever probably need a doctor or a glass of Malibu, they'll do, Cali in a glass, put me on my ass, and i guess I'm kinda dumb- i was aiming for numb and i almost could taste it. then i got way too damn wasted.
I'm drunk dialing sally sobriety cuz i owe her an apology.
