Was thinking about mothers day when i was asked to go out with some friends. Party of women downing vodka like there was no tomorrow (most of which was secreted in little bottles in their purses). yes it was a rough pub. Anyway, we all were sipping our wine and be very ladylike! but the other crowd erupted into a fight and one woman got a bloody nose. They were all fine when they came in but three hours later were a rambunctious bunch of hell cats.
Are you a wicked witch when you drink too much or do you just get happy?