Bad drunk: a night filed with ups and downs

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Maadddii x3

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Ok, last night was one fucked up night for me. It started out good then shit hit the fan. First, I won $500 in a poker game that me and my friends have every Monday. Not a bad start huh? On my way to my car that I had to park 6 blocks away I saw this party. So, naturally I joined in the fun and had a few drinks. Then on the way home I got jacked. (DAMN IT!) at this point I'm really drunk and then hunger set in. So, I gather up what little change there was in my car and headed to get some food. I ordered a bacon cheese burger and two fries. I decided to stop and eat the food at a park on the way home. Why? No clue I was wasted. When I opened the bag I descovered they only gave me a fry. (FUCKIN BASTERDS!) I was in no condition to go back and bitch so, I ate my fry in peace, got back in my car and once again headed home. Then I met two girls while I was stopped at a red light. I followed them to another party. Later While dancing I puked on one of them. After that I decided I better take my drunk ass home. I got home and parked in what I thought was the driveway. Proceeded to exit my vehicle and go inside. But some how,
between my car and the front door I lost my keys. I then spent the next hour or so looking for them. Finally, I past out on the front porch. When i woke up this morning, my car was In the yard (looks like I tried to park it on the porch.) and as for my keys. THEY WERE IN MY POCKET!

Moral is: know your limit!

By the way my friends say in light of last night I should stop drinking. What do you think? :sad:
 
Far be it from me to say that you should stop drinking.
But it would be very wise to stop driving when you drink.

Driving while drunk is a "I just fuct myself" waiting to happen.
 
I don't want to sound like an old fart,and say;"DON'T! BAD BOY!"
It only takes one fuck up behind the wheel to completely change your life for good.
If you're lucky,it'll only involve your life.

In the past,I've done all that crazy shit. A few times I couldn't remember how I got home.
I tell you what,driving home when you're that fuctdup is enough to scare the donkey dildo right outta you. That's when it all changed for me. You see,my point being; I'm allergic to jail cells. Before you end up fucking yourself,god forbid fucking somebody else up,hopefully that same epiphany comes to you soon enough.

Not driving,doesn't mean you have to quit having fun.
Just think before you drink.


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