Falling on your face on the dance floor, salsa-ing badly to a rap song, sobbing hysterically on your friend's shoulder, and asking your very drunk friend [Thanks Dylmah!] to drive you home at 100kms an hour does not equal inebriated.
AM I? AM I? No I'm not. But I get to do it all again on Saturday!
Can I get an eyeroll and a hurrah? Hurrah!
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