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Damn drunk mutherfuckers
Yeah.. I spelled it that way on purpose. Anyway.. I get off work right? And people pick me up cause they wanna hang out. No big deal, right? Well.. they wanna get booze. Again, I figure.. no big deal, a drink or two isn't gonna kill anyone. Then I realize they've already have booze before they got there. Uhm. Gee... thanks for telling me. ._.
So anyway... we head out.. I have two drinks of Mike's hard lemonade and cranberry. In the meantime they've already had four of the same bottles I had only two of.. plus whatever they drank while they're at this concert. So I figure.. okay, I'm gonna be the sober driver. Uh.. well apparently no one drives the van unless they're like.. really 'ripped'... so yay.. I feel safe.

*sweatdrops* Then they handcuffed me. Oh joy. They're sitting there feeling eachother up and telling me "It's okay, it's just touching" and I'm telling myself.. "No, this isn't okay.. I'm taken.. I don't care what you guys say..." First off.. they're far drunker than I thought they were... underage... wish I would've known, otherwise I would've just said.. "I'll drive myself"
They're lighting their pants on fire with lighter fluid and I'm just thinking to myself... "Drunk pyros.. oh joy."


So long story short, hung out with friends who were more drunk than they let on, and couldn't go home when I wanted to.
The end.

-_- *sigh*