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So people who have known Karen for a while know that she has a made a long standing habit of saying one particular thing, but lately, even though we hang out a lot, I never hear it much anymore. This weekend I got to hear it again, which always sends drunks into fits of giggling hilarity. In comparison to the other night, where I got so drunk I don't remember half the night, and had to keep going back over the next two days to ask my bartenders if I had paid my tab, I was really quite sober. Karen wasn't, but thats normal for her hanging out with me, and Hannah wasn't really all that bad, even though it was her birthday, and she wanted to be. Hell, Hannah even kept her clothes on for once.

We had two really amusing highlights. One was Karen finally yelling, "I'll Cut You, Bitch!" Always good for a laugh, or the rolling giggles. The other was trying to explain to everyone in Nabob why I was wakling around with a pair of pants slung over my shoulder. The truth wasn't really all that interesting, so instead I told them they were the pants from some hot bitch who had stolen them from my house after sleeping over, and being to drunk to want to sleep in her own clothes, and then forgetting to change when she left because she was still drunk. OK, so that actually is the truth, but I neglected to point out that it was Hannah, and that, like always, we didn't have sex (thank God). Damn, how scary of a thought would that be.

Either way, it was a good time, like always. Not as amussing in the story department since I wasn't a total drunk ass, but hey, even I can't be a drunk ass everyday.