A couple of weeks ago, my roommates and I were feeling down in the dumps, so we whipped out a bottle of bubbly (read: Martinelli's) and plastic shot glasses.
We then took turns declaring our woes ("This is because I need a man!"), downing our shots in one gulp, and slamming our glasses on the table.
And we have a spare bottle on the kitchen counter in case of future emergencies.
And that's why my roommates are my favorites.
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Kristen told me you'd been playing drinking games again. :D
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