StumblingFillies

  “What are you doing with all that alcohol, babe? I thought you were doing dry January?” you asked your girlfriend. “Zzry january, ya nowe, yoo only zzrink zzry zzrink.  Marrtinis, voddka, gin,” the buxom brunette slurred in explanation, holding up two bottles. “That’s what you think dry January means?” you asked. To yourself you silently thought, “if I didn’t know better, I’d think you're a ditzy blond to think of something so dumb…wait…”Are you drunk?” you asked aloud. “Yeah, I thing sooo.  Zzry january is a lot uhf fun,” she giggled in answer to both questions, setting one bottle down and starting to open the other.  As you watched her struggle, her humongous boobs jiggling almost hypnotically, as she swayed drunkenly, you realized, “she may be dumb drunk now, but she’s a genius. This was far better than what you’d originally thought when she’d first mentioned dry January back in December.” In awe, you watched as she finally opened the dark colored bottle, and pr...

  Pt 1: https://stumblingfillies.blogspot.com/2023/01/ski.html Though the car they just left smelled of sex, the crisp air at the top of the slope smelt of fresh with a hint of pine, and fresh food from the lodge. The latter caught Natalys attention.  Having not really eaten breakfast and now high and freshly fucked, she was hungry. “Ummmm, bred smells lovely.  Affer the weed ann fffuck, im hungry” “Ok, good idea,” her boyfreind told her, thinking the food would sober her up some. That was not to be.  They entered. Looking around, they saw a couple of patrons and one woman sitting on a window seal. They would have expected she was the waitress, except she was clearly high and drunk, her tits practically falling out of her blue flannel shirt as she stared blankly at her pad. The woman looked up. She brought her pen to her lips. Then she noticed the newcomers. Apparently, the drunk and high woman was the waitress, for she slurred, “Welcome t' high top lodge....

  Lexi was Gone. Gone like a freight train The alcohol, weed, and pills she’d not been able to stop once she started, just drinking, smoking and popping one after the other.  Gone like yesterday She’d said she’d not get wasted, just like she’d said yesterday.  Gone like a soldier in the Civil War Bang Bang! She knew there was somewhere she was supposed to be (The MLK day parade downtown). Gone like a '59 Cadillac But the alcohol, weed, and pills had her locked in her chair.  Lexi let go of her big boobs, and grabbed the joint. The only place she'd be going was getting more wasted.  Like all the good things, that ain't never comin' back Her sobriety was long gone. She's gone (gone), gone (gone), gone (gone), gone She's gone! But she's not going to the MLK day parade downtown. She’s too far gone. But as she takes another hit and swig of rum, the only thing shell be doing is getting more gone.

Opening on the success of THC Shake Shack, https://girlsgettingwasted.blogspot.com/2023/10/the-intox-shake-shack.html , is Th i c k-fil- a .  Much to the horror of the christian based chicken sandwich restaurant, Th i c k-fil- a specializes in weed based products, from the chicken sandwich, to the brownies and shakes, all are infused with THC. Th i c k-fil- a also specializes in alcoholic drinks. Long island iced tea, hard lemonade, and rum n’ coke are the go to’s. And boy do the customers go to ‘em-especially the women. Only some women come in sober, but none leave sober.  Take Jessica. She came in sober with her boyfreind. She was in a tight white Th i c k-fil- a shirt and jeans when she came in. A sandwich, Long Island iced tea, and brownie, had her drunk and high, stumbling and giggling when they left with another sandwich and a thc shake, to spend the rest of the day drinking, smoking, and eating on the couch, her jeans gone. And the men love it too, not just for the fu...

  “Are you enjoying yourselves girls,” you asked, the tree clearly wasted reindeer.  “Oh yes bezz chrissmiss presenn ever,” Holly slurred, hanging on to her friends. Rhea smiled broadly, and Hannah let out a cloud of smoke, the lit joint in her right hand.  “Yah, ssangs fer bringin' us! nish warm beash.  Were enjoyin' it t' the fullezz,” Hannah told you.  “Right down to the weed and alcohol, I see,” you noted. “'course.  Were eighteen ann iss legal here ad eighteen. Thass why iss the bess!,” Holly pointed out.  “Oh, I see,” you said, somewhat knowingly. You had booked it after all. As you said this, Hannas left tit slipped out of her bikini top. “Wee juzz wish wee had godden yoo azz gooond uhf a gift,” Holly pointed out. You protested, “Tiz better to give than receive,” but you’d barely said that when the three girls dropped to their knees before you. Holly, with some assistance from Hannah, pulled down your green trunks.  “Ann w...

  The New years eve party was in full swing. And Dua Lipa was swinging right along, drunk. And soon she’d be high too. “Any won gotta cigaredde?,” shed asked. Someone handed her a rolled joint. She took the offered joint and staggered past the christmas tree. She was stumbling, so she hiked up her dress,  complaning “Damn zzrezz is too tide t' walk in.” Her diamante chainmail dress, with its cowl back that was open to below the buttocos line revealed her white thong and her round ass cheeks, wich swayed seductavly as she drunkenly made her way outside. There someone helped her light the joint. She took a puff, and then leaning against the window, exhaled. Though not her usual smoke, Dua was drunk, and the THC rapidly took hold of her, and she continued to smoke. Between puffs, she sipped on her champagne. As she finished the joint, she stubbed it out in an ash tray. She knocked back the last of her champaign. She stumbled back, and slurred to no one in particular, “oh, i f...