just when you think youve had enough
ill be there
to force feed you more alcohol
and we'll laugh at nothing
and walk crooked
and talk sloppily about important matters
important matters like how badly we need to piss
or how much we've drunk
or is it drank?
either way-
maybe we stumble into a party
and we'll fall up those stairs
and make out with random women
poorly
and life will be fun
like a commercial for las vegas
except it will smell
real
and tomorrow it will hurt considerably.