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High heels on, Lipstick bright red. Taking whiskey shots, All senses dead. Kissing in the bar, Hormones flying about. Drunk off my face, Without a party doubt.
Time to be a teenager, To do what we do best, To drown ourselves in alcohol, Ensuring we're unstressed...
There was a glass of wine with my name on it but now there's two Change that...
The house is quiet They are all in bed I am supposed to be asleep But I am here instead I have a long trip in the morning To a sunny place that is never boring I packed the bags and put them by the...
Little Miss Stuff it. Sat on her bucket. Drinking herself away. Along came a spider. Sid he did tell her. A friend to Miss Stuff it some say. So Little Miss Stuff it. With Sid and her bucket.
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My god I hope I don't puke I've drunk too much vodka absolut It was nice going down Hope I don't chuck on my dressing gown It's not classy and not chic I'm a lightweight..I'm so weak Now I need...
#bored. I've been living amongst you earthlings, since I landed here last year. I've managed to fit right in since I discovered this thing called beer.
Happy birthday darling I hear, as I awake with quite a fright My mother greeting me with Champagne and flowers Well isn't this a sight Kiss and kind words all round As the magic day begins Opening...
#household Psssssshhhhhhhhtt. Sharp Snapping of the top as it is wrenched from the bottle... Gurg gurg gurg gurg. Glug-Glugging it's way into a tall, straight-sided glass... CLINK.
I've had a bit too much. Of booze and food and such. Now I find. I am consigned. To Monday morning's touch. Hope it don't last long. Just feel oh so wrong. My body's saying. For Sunday you're paying.
I'm mellow The sun is high Yellow And hot. Sober I'm not. But what a spot.
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For @naaviie. I'm a *hic* spider,. *hic* and black,. With 8 long legs,. And a pack on my back,. I crept in the D-Den,. To *hic* hidden attic door,. And I drank all your cider,.
I cannot think, I cannot write, I cannot fathom why, I cannot even read a page, I think my brain has died.
Fab night out. Dancing about. Little bit drunk. From all the liqueur sunk. Safely home. Tucked up in my personal dome. Texts from the girls. Surprising Steph hasn't hurled.
Kumbaya Ed-ward, kumbaya Kumbaya Ed-ward, kumbaya Kumbaya Ed-ward, kumbaya Oh Ed-ward, kumbaya Whilst I'm still drunk I'll be singing like it or not you'll be listening O Edward Kumbaya Whilst...
Ok so I'm out... Bight lights big city More to the point I have the good crowd with me. The night is young... Ordering stacks of drinks as they come the glasses clink.
If I was a cocktail I would be the woo woo So here's a short tale Are you listening ... Yeah you who.
It's a pity when you wake up, After such a good night out, And every single whisper, Feels like a malicious shout.
I think it's time, @misslittleDHP is right, It's time to throw a party, The ones Opussia is famous for. To pick us up and keep rising high. With dressing up as whatever you want.
One little beer can be alright, One big black beer, or maybe a lite. Two beers down you begin to glow, And you'll be singing, before you know.
Heads up my friends for a little Burr history We got married in greece, Gill and me Forty friends and family watched us tie the knot In the Greek midday sun, by Christ it was hot.
Notorious Nic went out in the night, To watch the Olympic Torch concert, Jumped in her red knickers, And told Daring D, Quick, grab a chicken, And follow me.