Oh my.

[obliviousally_lj]

So, my story begins like this. TJ got mad at me, and went out to the living room to be angry. I figured I'd leave her be, cause she gets crankier when I bother her.

About an hour or two later she comes back to the bedroom and falls on the floor. I'm like WTF? I go over and she's babbling up a storm. And she smells like rum.

She sat out in the living room and drank rum for about an hour. She claims she's not drunk, she's a pirate.

And she's developed a British accent which she is still speaking in. And she's correcting my fucking grammar. OMG.

TJ: It's about 3 o'clock already. That means it's time for more rum!

Comments

[jillofthejungle.livejournal.com]

...That sounds so hilarious. XD I need to see TJ drunk on rum one of these days.

Ya'll have been watching Pirates of the Caribbean too much. XD

[kassil.livejournal.com]

Roight. I'm never allowed to drink in the same building as her. I develop a Scottish accent. We'd be at war. (Thankfully Will lives in NY, not NV, or it'd be worse, since he gets a thick Irish accent when he drinks...

And why in the world is she drinking rum? Isn't there anything better around?