I am never drinking again. Not ever. I mean it. Even if it means my life.
Being drunk is such a drag. Imagine, I recited the whole Apostles Creed to my poor-stricken yaya when I got home last October 30, drunk. According to her, I was screaming my lungs out and she couldn't make me stop. She had to punch me so hard on the shins to make me shut up. Unfortunately, that only made me scream even more louder due to the pain. Yikes.
Wouldn't want that to happen again, now, would I?
No effin' way.
I'll just stick to Sprite Ice. Tastes good and does not get me into trouble..i think.
*****SPRITE***ICE*****
is the new love.
