That's why I was drunk tweeting tonight. I was drunk and in love with the world, and decided to tell them.

I am also drunk. And want to eat and/or hug everything.

No boobhats at all.

'Tis true.

I think Drunksumating was fun because there were 10 hilar convos going on simultaneously. Aided by sufficiently lubricated Consumaters, they could run into each other with spectacularly funny collisions.

Exactly, Mycroft. I ended up accosting this creep on okcupid, talking to a bunch of guys with beards, drunk skyping three different people, and leaving probably the most ridiculous drunk voicemail.

Go me?

@K is for Kooky i feel ya.

sounds like you did a good job anyway. that was some fine adapting!