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When there appear such dramas as have befallen Heather And Lauren's House of (N)E(u)rotic Adventures, there's really only one appropriate way to handle it. Only one certified system of psychotherapy endorsed by The Summer of Excessive Drinking And Some Other Stuff That Happens When We Drink A Lot. Only one acceptable course of action. Getting shitfaced. Really shitfaced. Lauren's ex surprisingly resurfaced from the Bog of Total Head-Up-Assery, and Heather's ex cured his psyche's confusion by leaving the Navy, realizing what a fuckpuncher he'd been, and asking for her back. This is not normal for us -- we are magnets for lint, cheese, and strange bruises, but not boy drama. As such, we weren't completely sure what to do about our current situation and all the annoying overthinking and hair-pulling that ensued, so we decided to seek answers at the bottom of a bottle of red wine. The answer, it turns out, is "Ew." This might be because the bottle of wine, when emptied, was sitting atop an issue of The New Yorker. But the fact remains that drinking excessive amounts of alcohol solves pretty much everything. Or if that's not true, it makes everything really damn funny. Well, to the people who are trashed, anyway, and that's what Drunky But Funky is all about -- paying homage to the stuff you do when you're pissed off your tree. The following were all typed out during a night consisting of two girls and two bottles of red wine. We said it all, we typed it if we felt like it, and because we are currently pretty loaded and that's funky and drunky all at once, we stand by all typos. Thahnk God Word corrects some of our mistakes. We stress: Some. I need to just find a really nice straight guy, or a confused hot gay man, to have hot sex with me. HEATHER: LAUREN: HEATHER: LAUREN: HEATHER LAUREN: HEATHER: LAUREN: HEATHER: LAUREN: HEATHER: LAUREN: HEATHER: LAUREN: HEATHER: LAUREN: HEATHER: LAUREN: HEATHER: � � � � � � � LAUREN: HEATHER: LAUREN: HEATHER: LAUREN: HEATHER: LAUREN: HEATHER: LAUREN: HEATHER: LAUREN: HEATHER: LAUREN: HEATHER: LAUREN: HEATHER: LAUREN: HEATHER: LAUREN: HEATHER: LAUREN: HEATHER: LAUREN: HEATHER: LAUREN: HEATHER: LAUREN: HEATHER: LAUREN: HEATHER: LAUREN: HEATHER: (Major jumping and flapping commences.) LAUREN: � � � � � � � LAUREN: HEATHER: LAUREN: � � � � � � � LAUREN: HEATHER: LAUREN: � � � � � � � LAUREN: HEATHER: LAUREN: HEATHER: LAUREN: HEATHER: LAUREN: � � � � � � � Dear Straight Men. Please ocme to our apartment. LoVE, US. Oops, we put the caps lock on there. Hee! LOVE FOR real, us. Oops, there it wentagain. Ha. LAUREN: I have to go to work tomorrow! HEATHER: LAUREN: � � � � � � � LAUREN: HEATHER: LAUREN: HEATHER: LAUREN: HEATHER: � � � � � � � LZAUREN: HEATHER: LAUREN: HEATHER: LAUREN: HEATHER: LAUREN: HEATHER: LAUREn: HEATHER: LAUREN: HEATHER: LAUREN: HEATHER: LAUREN: HEATHER:
-- Heather & Lauren Copyright 2003, 2004 to Carrie, Heather, Jessica, Lauren, and Michael. We're not so drunk that we forgot this part. |