Wasted. Obliterated. Abominable.
Wasted. Obliterated. Abominable.
or,
The bitch was so drunk
I had to work from 3-7:30 today; a half shift was wonderful. The other financial counselor called in, so I called my supervisor to ask if she would like me to stay later. She said yes. Then, she told me to tell Susan, the registration person who was on call, to call her back. When Susan called her, my supervisor (Regina) told Susan that she had to stay until 11:30, I had to leave at 7:30, and if I had a problem with it, I had to call her. I didn't have a problem with it, of course, but I don't understand why the bitch would have said one thing to me and then told the complete opposite to someone else.
I went to the Inn Place tonight with Jeffrey and Mathew. Just a few minutes after we arrived, Meagan called Jeffrey and asked him to pick her and her friend up from the restaurant where Meagan works in Birmingham. I gave him the keys to my car, and he was gone for nearly an hour. When he came back, he had two drunk bitches with him. Meagan was barely recognizeable, and this other bitch, Lauren, wasn't much better. (Mathew said that Lauren was "smoking" hot. Shockingly, I didn't agree. Maybe it's because I actually have good taste.) I mean Meagan was wasted. Obliterated. Abominable. It was embarassing. She nearly walked out the door without paying her tab, not because she couldn't , but just because the bitch was so drunk she didnt' know what was going on.
I said confidentially to Paige, the bartendress, "I know that I shouldn't be worried. These people do this every night." She agreed.
Nevertheless, I had a good time with Jeffrey and Mathew. The important thing is that I did so without becoming excessively intoxicated.
or,
The bitch was so drunk
I had to work from 3-7:30 today; a half shift was wonderful. The other financial counselor called in, so I called my supervisor to ask if she would like me to stay later. She said yes. Then, she told me to tell Susan, the registration person who was on call, to call her back. When Susan called her, my supervisor (Regina) told Susan that she had to stay until 11:30, I had to leave at 7:30, and if I had a problem with it, I had to call her. I didn't have a problem with it, of course, but I don't understand why the bitch would have said one thing to me and then told the complete opposite to someone else.
I went to the Inn Place tonight with Jeffrey and Mathew. Just a few minutes after we arrived, Meagan called Jeffrey and asked him to pick her and her friend up from the restaurant where Meagan works in Birmingham. I gave him the keys to my car, and he was gone for nearly an hour. When he came back, he had two drunk bitches with him. Meagan was barely recognizeable, and this other bitch, Lauren, wasn't much better. (Mathew said that Lauren was "smoking" hot. Shockingly, I didn't agree. Maybe it's because I actually have good taste.) I mean Meagan was wasted. Obliterated. Abominable. It was embarassing. She nearly walked out the door without paying her tab, not because she couldn't , but just because the bitch was so drunk she didnt' know what was going on.
I said confidentially to Paige, the bartendress, "I know that I shouldn't be worried. These people do this every night." She agreed.
Nevertheless, I had a good time with Jeffrey and Mathew. The important thing is that I did so without becoming excessively intoxicated.