Talk:Angel/@comment-26115871-20151029201459/@comment-25035274-20151029211124

I pull her top back into place and yell, "GO HOME, LINDA. YOU'RE DRUNK."

To emphasize my point, I shoop an image macro with those exact words, upload them to my MGE equivalent of a Pinterest board, and send the link to her phone.

Naturally, by the time I've actually finished all of this, she's passed out in my living room floor in a puddle of her own drool.

Dandy.