good morning,have a good day.
So this is actually art I made of Walter for the barn festival. Sorry that I’m late to posting it but I couldn’t be bothered.
anyways did i tell yall i got piss drunk with my grandma and ended up with a 2nd degree burn on my man boob. no? well now you know.
Living out in the forest made sense in a ways. Hermits were not too uncommon really though the mistake on what the old factory sense was referring to nearly knock him over. “That’s not-! It’s when you-! It’s your sense of smell,” Junkenstein faltered in a flabbergasted state. Surely everyone was taught that term growing up in school! Though not everyone retained the same knowledge but who was to say it really even mattered.
Well now he was even more skeptical than before. He did not have his alcohol yet. Surely she was playing off his requested list that the barkeep had gone off to retrieve from in back, however, the comment on electricity had no direct link to anything about him in the moment that he could think of. So how did she know he worked with electricity?
The hood to the stranger had fallen back and Junkenstein clicked his tongue behind his teeth when his thoughts had shifted gears suddenly. He had crossed paths with this one before! She knew of him and been in his home. But why did she act so strangely? The sound of glass hitting wood with the slosh of beer offering an explanation.
“Stopping now would be wise,” Junkenstein agreed. The bar keep having returned with his paid for request. Several full containers thumping before him so the good doctor looked away from the curious woman to stow the booze into his basket quickly as not to forget them. “…Are you even well enough to make it home on your own?” Just leaving her here in a bar felt like an invitation for something preventable to happen.
I know I shouldn’t do things that need good motor skills while tipsy but I need to finish this Shit
In late 1931, Churchill was struck by a cab and “squashed like a Gooseberry” as a result. This prescription allowed him to consume alcohol in America during prohibition - a time in which alcohol consumption was prohibited.
Wine & bubble baths
(Voiced by Connie from Big Mouth)
When even the guy at the liquor store says you look sad and you have to put on a smiley face like “nah man I’m fiiiiiine”
I just took my medicine, going to have some screwdrivers. It’s going to be a fun wild end to my dreary woeful day of people treating me like the opulent trash I am. Message me please
Una cosa loca
Odio el sabor del alcohol, lo detesto pero me encanta el mood en el que me pone. Me explico mejor: me encanta la sensación que me da, la de sentirte liviana sin ninguna preocupación, la de ganas de bailar y reírte de todo. A mí me pone así y es lo mejor.
Cuando tengo un día pesado, me dan ganas de ponerme así.
Ayer leí que la heroína también te pone así. ¿Les confieso algo? Siento que si algún día pruebo alguna droga, me va a encantar.