AtStirred, Straight Up, with a Twist, it helps to remember that it is permanently 1962 (give or take a decade); and that the problems of the real world can be solved with a touch of glamour and a dash of style.
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I just get happier and happier, until I collapse in a puddle of liquor, tears, vomit and urine.
ReplyDeleteIt's not pretty.
Happy.
ReplyDeleteUntil the bitch slapping begins.
most of the times i'm a loud crazy fun drunk. ESP when it comes to the dancefloor HAHA
ReplyDeleteA shred your best dress-steal your diamonds-take your husband-burn your house down kinda drunk.
ReplyDeleteThat's why, once I filled my quota of diamonds and men, I quit.
Happy and Flirty!
ReplyDeleteAngry, foul-mouthed, violent. Did you expect anything less?
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