Whoa, scotch is hard to spell/type when you are the kind of drunk where your arms are floppy. Why, you ask am I drunk on a Sunday night? Good question. You see, I went out for Mexican food with Holly Harper, and I met a margarita who was very large and on the rocks and chock full of tequila, and now my arms are floppy and my lips are buzzy, and I can't spell well.
Bye bye.
Where's Beebo?! There she is!!!
11 years ago
4 comments:
Actually, you spelled very well. And I'm impressed with the grammar, too.
Hahahahaa! Well, all right then. In the harsh light of sobriety it does not actually look too bad.
I find it odd that when I get drunk, as my words slur and my sentences fall apart, my typing changes to match. Maybe it's a brain thing and not a speech thing.
Maybe, although text messages follow a whole separate law. I have a series I texted to my roomate that are hilarious in part because of their difficulty in making words individual instead of a long stream.
Also my roomate thinks I should get drunk and write children's books for adults with titles like that of my blog.
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