The same tea-totaler who at one time, not many moons ago, would berate me for intoxication while I cried to her, head in throne, at midnight on a Saturday, is three sheets to the wind mid-workday after an office sponsored Thanksgiving lunch.
She called me a bitch over IM and I swear I could hear the slurred Brooklyn and smell the virtual wine on her breath. I suspect the only Open Source in that office today is a bottle of Boone's.
It doesn't get much better than that.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Kbee: keep it up and I'll write a blog about your drunkass
L: glol
L: blob away
3 comments:
Jeeez... I wanna drink.
"blob away" that's hilarious.
What I wouldn't do to be drunk right now.
heheheh BLOB.. oh ly...you are not going to live that one down
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