I’m so sorry to the very drunk women we found lying in Argyle St. on Saturday night. We found you lying half in the street and you didn’t know where any of your friends were or what bar you came from. We asked you if you wanted us to take you home and you said yes. It wasn’t until we were driving in the taxi did we realize how drunk you really were. You didn’t know your name, where you lived or a phone number. You just kept on saying you were staying staying at your brother’s and he lived on a street that started with the letter L. We couldn’t get any info out of you. NOTHING! We tried very hard! You are lovely and very pleasant to deal with! I hope you don’t give yourself too much of a hard time about a night in the drunk tank! It happens to the best of us!!! You were in no shape to be left on your own! The hangover is punishment enough! —Not a Dry Shite Myself
This article appears in Apr 5-11, 2012.
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she isn’t going to be pissed at you…
if she couldn’t remember her own name, you think her neurons were firing enough to store your image or name???
on a side note… what the fuck!??!? I know she’s not asking to be raped but this is pretty much the least self-responsibility you can have. If you’re going to get that hammered… have the decency to STAY home so you don’t need to rely on strangers to find it for you.
Lucknow?
Lemarchant?
Hines?