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My alcoholic debauchery has sunk to new depths. After getting kicked out of the bar last night, I didn't just drunk text. I drunk SG'd.

That's right.

Apparently, I used my new iPhone to send drunk messages to a few people on here.

Wow.

I mean... wow.

The only consolation is now reading all the frantic texts from our group's designated driver. Five of us showed up at that bar, and reading the texts is a play by play on how we all got kicked out one by one.

"dude, did you just get kicked out?"

"dude, where are you ?? Answer yer fucking phone!"

an hour passes.

"dude!!! Ozzy just got kicked out!! where are you???"

twenty minutes later

"dude!!! Joe punched that dude in the face, so him and Rod just got kicked out. You ok???"

ten minutes later

"ANSWER YOUR FUCKING PHONE DIPSHIT"

I woke up at a hotel. And no, I don't know who got punched in the face.

Sooooo... yeah.... if you were a recipient of one of my drunk SG messages... then... yeah.

Whatever