One of my friends is the most stylish and glamorous woman I've ever met. She works in an office, but she looks like she's going to a modelling job. For an evening of heavy drinking at my house she had dressed as carefully as you or I would to go to a wedding. Just sometimes, however, she looks as classless and ordinary as the rest of us.
I gave her too many drinks, made her unwell and she had to go home. Apparently between the taxi and her front door she exploded into a fountain of vomit. Her husband had to sluice her off with the garden hose before she was even clean enough to walk indoors to the shower.Richard "over-served" B
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