Not to myself. But I may be drunk. Like, the immaculate drunkception.
[She. Laughs at her own horrible joke until her brain apparently catches up with her eyes, and she sits up. Here's to hoping they're not super duper close, because otherwise they might have to dodge.]
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[She. Laughs at her own horrible joke until her brain apparently catches up with her eyes, and she sits up. Here's to hoping they're not super duper close, because otherwise they might have to dodge.]
Oh, my god. What happened to you?!