StumblingFillies

 Part 1: https://stumblingfillies.blogspot.com/2022/07/jussa-seconn.html Part 2:  You were starting to get concerned about your girlfriend, when you finally saw her returning from the bathroom, as the waiter sat your food down. You paid him little attention, as you were focused on your girlfreind. She was making her way back to you slowly. The hem of her dress was now very high up her thigh. Though she tried to hide it, she was clearly drunk.  Your girlfriend made it back to her seat. She promptly picked up the new bottle, and carefully poured a rather full glass.  ”Easy, you don’t want to get too drunk to eat,” you told her as she drained the glass. “Doan worry, foods here.  It'll sober me upp some-i'm a bit zzzrunk allready,” she reassured and un-reinsured you. “Oh, and what makes you think you're a bit drunk,’ you asked. “Welll, i pissed my pannies inna basssroom, sooo i took 'em off,” she quietly explained, as she shoved some corn into her mouth.  You g...

  She’s a rebel child And a preacher’s daughter She was baptized in dirty water (pool water?) Beer and whiskey, weed and pills, God she loves ‘em. You see, God love her Oh me and God love her

  “Ah, Mom, what are you doing baking christmas cookies? Its July and like 125 degrees outside. Given that, I won't ask why you're naked,” you asked your stepmom. She was clearly drunk and high, leaning against the kitchen island, swaying like a palm tree in a hurricane, a lit joint hanging from her lips. “Welll, ihwuzz relaxin' by the pool, smokin' summ weed ann zzzrinkin' margaritas wenn the radio starred playin' chrissmas music.  Sooo i got oud the canny cane weed yoo got me fer chrissmas,” she explained, stumbling about and setting the tray down and stopping for a toke and drink. “Ok, but what does that have to do with Christmas cookies?”, you asked, as she used both arms to support herself and let out a cloud of smoke. “Im genn t' thad.  Sooo thad gave me the munshies, juzz nod any munshies-i wanned chrissmas cookies,” she told you. “Ah, and now they're ready for icing?” you asked, dropping your shorts, letting your hard candy cain spring fr...

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 Last repost of mine from bb?  This is a work of fiction. The photos were found on the old BB fourm. This blog does not condone drunk driving-it is wrong and dangerous. If this post will offend you, don't read it. It was a rainy Friday night in eastern Pa. But Seton Hall had just beaten Villinova at home. Grace, Arielle, and Katie, sophomores, best friends and apartment mates, had driven down from NJ for the game. Now that it was over, the girls were pumped. It was Friday night, the Pirates had won. Arielle was the one who first remarked, “Only thing that would make tonight better is if we had some alcohol.”  Just ahead, they saw a liquor store. Katie piped up from the back seat, “Stop here Grace, I’ve got my sister's old ID, I think I can buy us some.” Grace pulled in and parked. Then Katie put on her black jacket, zipped it up, and pulled the hood over her head. She went. A little while later she came back with a bag and six pack of craft beers.  She sat the beer ...

 Repost of mine from bb, with a small part 2. Working on additional parts, not sure when or if will be ready.      Vera loved the trade conference. Despite how much she drank on the private jet on the way out and at dinner the evening before, she woke up this morning refreshed, sober and without a hangover at 700am. A cup of coffee and a shot of gin, and a quick shower later, she dried her hair and did her makeup. Then she dressed.      The dress code as with every year was business sexy for the ladies. Always one to stretch the envelope, she decided to go with a four piece set. Tan Jacket, a black slightly sheer thong, and pair of black heels. A Dutch girl, Vera didn't need any Dutch courage in order to wear the outfit; however, instead of coffee, she filled her cup with gin. By the time her boss joined her in her room at 9am, she was on her 3rd gin, and pleasantly tipsy. Steadying herself with her voluptuous thighs against the hot...

  “Congradss on fourteen years” to Stanmaps and the GGW Bolg. Stanmaps, you're an inspiration. https://girlsgettingwasted.blogspot.com/

  Lorena Medina ran a naked dude ranch, in a small town just off route 66. Today, about lunch time, Lorena had to go to the town rodeo grounds to pick up a few of the cattle there and bring them back to the ranch. The ranch is the linchpin of the town's econnony, so the town allows nudism, and it was a surprise to no one to see Lorena enter the Oasis Cafe in just boots and hat. She ambled up to the bar, and climbed up on a stool. “Howdy, Wishbone she called out to the waitress.” as she sat her hat on the counter. “Howdy, Lorena.” the waitress greeted her, before asking, “what can I get for you on this hot day?” ”Its really hot, how bout one of your big rum and cokes, a burger and fries?” Lorena answered. “You bet,” Wishbone answered, not surprised to be selling liquor for lunch. She went into the kitchen and got the burger and fries going, and then sat about making the rum and coke. She made two, as she decided she wanted one to. She filled each glass with ice, poured in about 3 ...