One margarita, two margaritas, four, my father-in-lay made tacos and now I feel funny. A little tequila, a little lime, sometimes sugar, tonight salt. It’s not Friday yet but who cares. This flash 55 will be the most fun thanks to one margarita, or five? I can’t remember. I’m going to bed, Good night, lovely margarita and lime.
Heh heh heh, this is a true story. I wrote this last night with a spinning head and the giggles. Sorry for the awful writing, I’m not even sure exactly how many words this is. My plan was to erase it in the morning but now that I read it I just can’t, it’s too funny.