I've never had a bad time specifically because of pot.
I've had plenty specifically because of alcohol.
This weekend has only served to reinforce why I can't fucking stand sloppy drunks. Having a few to relax is fine, but when you start arguing with me about your noise level or your "right" to party where I fucking live... When you can't seem to *help* but contradict anything I say about your level of intoxication, or believe them when someone says "Hey, you're pretty wasted", then you need to find somewhere else to go. I'm done with that.
Don't act no Stupid, won't be no Stupid.
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