i'm gonna say this now and hope that you'll remember it later.
never, absolutely never, go out drinking with me.
why?
do i become mean and surly?
do i feel the need to take my clothing off?
do i become loud and utterly obnoxious?
oh, no, thats how i am when sober.
when drinking i have discovered that i am the nicest, most generous person ever.
i dont drink much, and go out to do it even less, and for that i am grateful
because i just keep picking up that tab.
as a result, i am incredibly impoverished from my "family night on the town" with my cousin last night.
now, i am perfectly aware that my confession might inspire some to go out with me more. knowing that they will probably get a free drink out of it.
but if you love me, you will remember:
"friends dont let friends pay."
7:26 a.m. - 2004-09-19
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