heh. I don't think I've been that drunk since my 19th birthday, when I was thrown a surprise party on a weeknight. People kept plying me with birthday booze. Much to everyone's delight, I ended up sat on the kitchen floor spilling (slurring?) the dirt on my ex, who was in the other room. When he finally walked in, everyone burst into giggles.

When I (eventually) got home, I couldn't get a necklace (also a gift) off so I used scissors - how very Sixteen Candles!
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