last night i got pretty trashed. a few beers, some pot, a couple shots. when i got home:
mom: you looked at me like you wanted to tell me something
me: no i'm just drunk and want to go to bed
mom: like mother, like daughter. i have a few drinks and fall into the wall. you're not going to get sick are you?
me: no
mom: okay goodnight
me:
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