stevenbasic: …so here we are. ”…you’re tripping me!” “I am not
stevenbasic: …so here we are. ”…you’re tripping me!” “I am not tripping you…” I said, as I watched her quizzically examine her keycard, which she had just pulled from her purse as we stumbled down the fifth-floor hallway, towards her room, “you’re just…really drunk.” “I am…” she said, voice suddenly serious, playfully so, “I really am…” And then she laughed like a banshee… Keep reading -- source link