https://girlsgettingwasted.blogspot.com/2023/11/are-you-trying-to-get-me-drunk.html Even as you spoke, she consumed half the glass of wine, and then closed her eyes and playfully stuck her tongue out. “I c'n be silly (hic) iff i wanna,” she tells you, before drinking the rest of her glass. “That you can be. But don’t say I’m trying to get you drunk.” you say as you refill her glass. “You don’t have to drink that-I'm not making you” you tell her, pointing to her refilled glass. “Bud, iss soo (hic) gooond. I canned (hic) waizz it,” she says before beginning to drink it. She stops midway and adds, “Yoo may nod (hic) be stryin' t' ged me (hic) zzzrunk, bud i (hic) thing i will be (hic) soon,” and resumes drinking the wine in her glass. “What makes you say that? I you ask me youre barely tipsy” you ask, as you refill her glass, emptying the bottle. “Thiss'zz (hic) my sevennh glazz (hic) uhf wine?,” she noted as she drank it. “ann (hic)how many cockt(hic)ails did i h...
Capt. Dunsels is at this link: Dunsels Work One I really like is this single image, and I was able to extend it some. Before Marty could respond, but who should appear. Not Santa, but Aubrey's mother, and in a purple strapless dress. Aubrey, pooh, thass nod wine in yer glass? Nooo mom Audrey said drinking her glass to hide the evidence. You know, Liz, maybe we should let Aubrey drink. Whad? Nooo! Whad? Yezz! Hear me out, Liz. If we let Aubrey drink tonight at the party, she can see what it's like and learn how to drink responsibly, where we know she'll be safe and no one will take advantage of her. Yah, mom. Liyke uncle Matty says. Heyyyy liz, yoo godda sry thiss mepperpint sshnapps. oh heyyyy aubrey, maddhew. Yoo shud sry it too! Sammy, nooo, Aubrey is only eighddeen! Sammy had already poured a large measure in Aubrey's glass, her dress green velvet, with a high slit up each side that made underware impossible. Shes ann adult...
“It ok li'l sally, close yer eyes ann lean on aunn loddi. Im zzzrunk too, bud i wo'nn led yoo fall. Stroke uncle frankies hard cock. He loves it wenn zzzrunk girls ssroke it,” Lottie told her 18 year old, wasted drunk niece. Lottie loved getting drunk, loved getting other girls drunk and loved that her husband loved drunk girls. A few weeks ago, Lottie had met her sister, Sally's mother for lunch-well a martini lunch. “I caught sally comin' home zzzrunk lazz week,” Dottie slurred. “Whad'd yoo doo?”, Sally asked. “Nothing-i wuz zzzrunk too.” “Welll i guezz the apple didn’t fall too far frum the tree.” “Im sooo proud uhf my li'l girl,” Dottie remarked and drank her martini. “Still, shes sooo young. Juzz eighteen,” Lottie remarked. “Oh, i nowe. Shay, maybe yoo coud give herr summ lessons, liyke aunn fran did us?,” Dottie asked. “Grade idea. How 'bout shhe ssays wiss me furra weekenn inna few weeks,” and so it was decided. “Yer the cool...
Thank god for you, given this disaster. Best of luck.
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