Nothing that happens here counts.
No one's sitting bitch in this 3-seat scenario. I win in the seat assignment lottery!
There are only two people drinking at this table. Admittedly one of them is @thatchrisgore and one is me.
Fuck yeah, Fuji Instax Mini! @thatchrisgore @zentertainment @maryforrest
Aaaaaand it's official. Drunk. With some ground to cover.
Someone let @thatchrisgore out of the house in his Green Lantern pajamas, complete with teeny greenies.
Mary is so over 2010.
Chalking up for fictitious game of billiards. (Photo credit @thatchrisgore)
Jimmy Eat This
I'm predicting this pre-dusk dirty martini is already a mistake.
None of this explains my face.
I have a Stella, a burrito, and three bags of Pop Chips in my handbag. The world is my oyster snack.
How do you know you're not marketing your film well?
Mr. McConnaughey, don't know which will offend you more: calling you gay or an old, old lady. But you are both.
Gentleman's Quarterly didn't consult me about this. Therefore it cannot be trusted.
May not actually be drunk enough to excuse this blatancy. Yet.
The Hollywood Bowl is all my favorite Jell-O colors.
Concert Mary Forrest
Me like concerts, @thatchrisgore.
"Is your bed made? Is your sweater on? Do you want to fuck like you know I do?" #capecodkwassakwassa
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