Due to Easter's projected, messy conditions in my area, which wasn't anywhere NEAR as severe as the weather folks projected, a holiday gathering was postponed until the following, Saturday afternoon. The event was to be short and sweet but effective for the warmth it would generate. Unfortunately, a drunken bastard ruined it.
This creep has pulled such stunts in the past, proclaiming that he needs--no, deserves--his "blowouts." He says that his intoxication should be acceptable on that basis alone, and if it's not, those who object are nothing but intolerant boobs.
As it turned out, the goof was one of the first to show and with lightning speed got plastered (bringing his own booze to ensure his overabundant buzz), frightening children, wrecking furniture and in the dumb-ass end, tripping and whacking his head on a coffee table. He was thereafter ushered to a guest room to sleep it off.
Listen, if one craves a bender, why not induce it behind closed doors, away from the prim-and-proper teetotalers? Hell, Lon Chaney Jr. and Broderick Crawford indulged in big-time, inebriated bouts, but at least had the sense to conduct their raucous behavior beyond view.
There's no excuse for this type of conspicuous crap, and I do hope our generous hosts don't invite this clod to any more events. (BTW: The asshole insists that I was the one who tripped him before helping to scoot him into the bedroom. Well, if the blubbery bum believes that, he's more than welcome to sue me; otherwise, if we ever do cross paths, I suggest he think twice before making an accusation.😠)
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