Urgh

I'm very drunk right because Louise wanted to and she wouldn't take no for an answer even though her liver is all, "No, don't hurt me" so I think there's been bastardized strawberry daquiris (1 blender split three ways), rum and Pepsi (2 glasses for self), wine (1 bottle split three way), and a most of a quart of Colt .45 (split three ways) and I don't know why I list it except it's sort of comforting. I keep correcting my typos so I seem less drunk.

"You're more drunk than I am."

"Madam, you may be drunk but I am ugly and... uh, wait a minute..."

I will get back to everything in the morning. Oh man. I think I need to lie down.