StumblingFillies

  Happy New Year’s Eve

  Happy New Year.

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  “Light me 'nuzzer joinn,” your girlfriend slurred.  “Beca Laurin, I don’t think that's a good idea. You’re already a bit drunk and high. Your folks could be home any time,” you scolded. “Doan worry.  I useta ged tolly trashed alla timme, ann mom never noticed,” your girlfriend slurred as she took another drink of whiskey.  “But what about your Dad?,” you asked, still concerned. “Dad, he doan care. Why d'you thing mom never noticed how trashed i got? cause dad loves herr juzz azz trashed. Kinna liyke yoo love me,” she told you. You lit another joint for her and said, “Ok, it's your home and family, and you know I love getting you wasted.” “See, yoo c'n gow home 'gain,” she told you.

  “Ssangs fer the gift cars uncle,” she slurred, her hands covering most of her boobs, her red one piece pajamas failing to do so. “Im not really your uncle, Em, what are you doing? Are you drunk?”, you asked her. Em let out a loud giggle before attempting to straighten up and look at you. She lifted her hands above her head to pull her hair back, her boobs appearing, “Im thankin' yoo fer my chrissmas gifss.  Yes, i'm zzzrunk ann high,” she mumbled with a playful glint in her eys. You couldn't help but chuckle at her antics, wondering what had gotten into her tonight. Em had always been a bit of a wild spirit, but this was a new level of chaos. You noticed the collection of empty bottles and smoldering bong that accounted for her intoxicated state.  “Um, your welcome, Em. But why are you drunk and high and showing me your tits?” you asked, as you locked the bedroom door.  “I zinninn gesha anythin' fer chrissmas.  Butsha gave me sush nish gifss.  Sooo ...

  “Iss it cussomary fer the maid t' ged zzzrunk on boxin' day, Misser dozer winshesser?” the young french maid slurred to her employer, Mister Doctor Charles Emerson Winchester, the 5th. “It is the custom for the masters and servants to trade places. You are Mrs. Winchester's maid, and it is normal for her to get drunk, so in your case, yes,” he told her, though he knew Mrs. Winchester was also getting drunk today.

  “Sanna clause is cumin' t' town Hes makin' a lizz, ann sheckin' it twize, gonna fine oud whoo is naughdy ann nish” she sang, before asking, “whad am i?” She was having trouble standing, she was so drunk.  “Well, Im not santa, but I’d say your nice and drunk, which is naughty.” you told her. “Bud whish is it?” she slurred stumbling to you on the beach. As she leaned against you, her hand ran over your chest before darting inside your trunks. Santa clause was definitely gonna cum.

  Emma always wanted to meet Santa. So like every year she made cookies and sat by the fireplace. Only this year, she wasn’t sure if she was on the naughty or nice list. She’d discovered alcohol, weed, pills and sex; She’d moved in with her boyfriend. Those things probably put her on the naughty list. However, she’d rescued her cat Luna from the streets. So maybe she's on the nice list.  Thus, she sat by the fire, drinking whiskey, washing back pills and smoking weed. The little fur ball didn’t quite understand the appeal of the vile water, weird grass, and other things her two legend friend ate. But the cat liked the effect they had on her. Sure she be came embarrassingly clumsy, but enough of it, and shed behave like a cat-sheding the fake fur, and moving on for legs.  Suddenly, there was a soft jingling sound, and Emma's heart skipped a beat. Was it possible that Santa was finally here? She held her breath, hardly daring to believe that her childhood dream was about to...

  “Doan pour too mush wine janna.  Save summ t' zzrink,” slurred Kristina, as she leaned on the flower covered counter. “Yah, thass enough,” the red headed Lisa told the blonde. However, Janna was too blitzed on wine, pills and weed to stop. Lisa bent down and stuck her tongue out, intercepting the flow of wine and drinking the wine. Janna only stopped pouring when the box was empty. Only then did Janna manage to speak, “Oups.  Sorry, did i pour too mush?” as Lisa finished mixing the pot brownies.  Lisa finished mixing, and then licked the whisk. “Juzz ride,” she told the others. Finally Lisa poured the batter into the baking tray and placed it in the oven. 

  In the grand hall adorned with twinkling lights and festive decorations, Jenna Ortega stood by the Christmas tree, her delicate gown shimmering under the chandelier's glow.  Her skimpy dress really wasn’t winter attire, but the roaring fire and flowing champagne at the lavash party made it ok. And she’d drink glass after glass. Her thoughts were muddled as she swayed slightly, the tiara on her head sparkled in the soft light of the room. She grabbed a glass from a passing water, and took a sip of the rich flavor warming her from the inside out. She swayed slightly, already a bit tipsy from the last couple of glasses she had imbibed throughout the evening. Jenna scanned the room, taking in the sight of famous actors and actresses mingling and laughing, all drinking and having a merry time.  As Jenna moved through the crowd, trying not to stumble.  The sound of a familiar voice caught Jennas attention. It was her boyfreind, Evan, a handsome and charming leading man w...

  ”Im blitzen!” she declared as she balanced the champagne glass on her backside. You knew she was referring to Santa's 8th reindeer and the fact she was blitzed on rose wine. So blitzed, you feared the glass would fall to the floor, so you grabbed the glass and playfully slapped her gorgeous behind.

 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...