Upon later, more sober, reflection, it was an evening that neither would brag about.
Dat kitteh is a smooth player.
Stumble, stumble, "Why is the grass so high? Where's my keys? Am I at the right house?"
This concludes my impression of you when you return from a party on Saturday night.
Awl teh wurlds a staej, u know.
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