So I found out that I did, in fact, get so drunk that I forgot some of the things that happened at my party Sunday night. I’m not ashamed of anything I did (to the contrary, in fact), but I am not happy with myself for getting drunk enough that I can’t remember them. I realize for a lot of people blank patches in the memory is one of the definitions of a good party, but I’m too much of a control freak to be OK with it. I’m not pleased with anything which fucks with my mental faculties beyond simple mood-alteration.
At least you didn’t get so trashed that you stapled Canadian bacon to a wall like yours truly 😉
i repeat, learn to become a pirate, you can be my second or third or fourth mate, since i have no idea how many i said that to, but we are all equal, i am just above all of you, you scurvy dogs!!!YAR!!!!! kidding, but still pirating is fun >:)
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