I've seen people get arrested for peeing on the windows at the bar. He was so wasted that he was just doing it in front of everyone. I've seen a girlfriend throw a hammer through her boyfriend's (who was with another girl) windshield.
My body hates me!!!
I have had good times, bad times, and times I don't remember with you. I lose count of how many drinks I have. When I lose count I always throw up and I'm hung over the next morning. Sometimes I have work the next morning and all I want is to sleep until 12. The next day I had to clean up my vomit while I was still drunk and on my way to having the worst hangover of my life, it is times like that that have made me realize that I love you in moderation and hope that we can continue this relationship for years to come. I can't have too much of a good thing, or else I would get sick (literally) of you.
Last week I went to this party where I got so wasted that I couldn't find my house afterwords, so I ended up sleeping on the sidewalk somewhere that I had never been. I think I learned my lesson... my brain just can't take that much booz.
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