You know when you’re at the bar and your friend gets *WASTED* and you have to get them home safely, but first you have to:
· deal with the asshole bartender that over-served them
· settle their expensive ass bar tab
· magically get them to leave the bar with you
· wrestle their car keys from them
· somehow get them physically into your car
· pull over and yell at them so they stop grabbing the steering wheel
· pull over again so they can puke
· chase them down the street after they puke and get them back in the car
· listen to them rant and say dumb shit
· fight with them over the volume of the stereo
· they somehow break your sun visor?
· “OMFG STOP HANGING OUT THE WINDOW BEFORE YOU GET HURT!”
Then you finally get to their house and you’re like
“I love you but seriously GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY CAR”
and you just leave them passed out on the grass because you tried to get them physically inside but they weren’t having it and you just fucking can’t anymore at this point because it has been a long night of nonsense, so FINE enjoy sleeping on the grass, at least you’re kind of safer?
I don’t fucking know, I fucking tried okay. I tried.
Then the next day you wake up and you’re exhausted and pissed and super over it and your visor is broken and you’re just left reconsidering your entire life.
Trump was the alcohol.
The bartender was his supporters.
The car ride was the POTUS debate.
Your friend is America.
—natalie michelle
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