Dear drunk girl

Dear drunk girl,

Please stop talking to me in the bathroom line. I know you gotta piss because I can see you cupping your vag so ferosciously that you might pop your punanny. I do not want to discuss why there is no line for the men's restroom with you, go walk in there for Christs sake. Or better yet; wipe off your sweaty forehead, pick up your florescent tube top, and help your equally drunk girlfriend who is half passed out in the hallway. Y'all had one too many lemon drops and are hot messes.

What the, did you just call me Ma?
This is not NY and you aren't a smooth puerto rican papi trying to get in my panties. Get the hell out of here with that sh*t.

Sincerly,
Me.

Preach it, desboobs... lmao