supernatural
i hate when people can't control their alcohol intake. if you can't figure out how much to drink to get to the brink but not fall over the edge... don't go out with me. because i will NOT, i repeat WILL NOT, take care of you. unless it is your birthday or something really bad just happened to you. otherwise, there is no excuse for going over that edge. you just look stupid. and then someone who knows how to drink is forced to take care of you. and this person will not be me. i might smile and wave at you puking in the sink on my way out of the ladies' room. fuck, i might even pat you on the back and ask if you're alright. but that is my limit.

don't worry. i don't expect anything from you if the tables ever turn. but they won't. because i know how to get proper fucked.