after insanely strong margaritas…I’m in the living room, Kev’s in the spare bedroom, blowing up nazis…
ESC: KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVIN!
Kev: yes?
ESC: KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVIN!!!!
Kev: hehehe…what???
ESC: I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE YOOOOOOOOOU!
Kev: I don’t know what I’m going to do with you…
ESC: LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE YOU!
Kev: hehehehehe
ESC: Oh! I TOTALLY know what we should do!!!!
Kev: oh REALLY?
ESC: DRUNK SCRABBLE!!!!
Kev: …
what? you got a free sample of Scrabble as well??
your gay faggot.
HA HA, just kidding! I couldn’t resist!
But this post just reminded me of my adorable mexican lover from Januaray: “I loooove jouuuu, can I stay noooow?” I don’t know why…
Yes, because nothing screams I love you like drunk Scrabble!
So, do you start out drunk, and then play scrabble, or do you play scrabble, and get more and more drunk as the night goes on?
God you’re a slut.
Scrabble drunk could be mentally painful… It was like the time in college when we all got trashed and decided to play Balderdash. Ouch. We should have stuck to twister…