Q-Faced
So wasted you fall off a bike, hit your head, and still don’t feel it because your brain is now a puddle of whiskey and you can’t stand for longer than a blink.
I drank so much, my brain was a puddle of whiskey, and I fell off my bike. Q-Faced for life.
I tried to stand up and my brain was a puddle of whiskey. Q-Faced and laughing.
I fell off my bike, my brain was a puddle of whiskey, and I still didn’t feel it. Q-Faced and proud.