Looks like I'm gonna be babysitting three puking drunk gals (my gal and her two running buddies) with hangovers in the mid morning tomorrow. I bought an entire handle of Fireball today, it's about three fingers left in the bottom, and they just changed over to the Westerhalls Plantation rum. They gonna hate theyself in the A.M.
Sheesh.
Damn Woody,
There's getting a buzz and having fun and then there getting all crunk... My youngest daughter is 27 and she will still hang out with her buddies and do that. Some people take a while to learn.
I'm all for throwing back a few, but I don't like feeling like the walking dead the next day...
