
“Hello, this is your captain speaking. Please acknowledge that you NEED TO STOP TEXTING WHEN YOU DRINK.”
Seriously. I always say things I don’t remotely mean and/or awkward shit. Tomorrow night, I’m literally giving my phone to Emm so she can be my designated texter and attempt to steer me away from my whiskey-filled brain.
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