Broken glass sends shivers down my bottle

I'm drunk and I'm taking an Into the Woods quiz!!!



Now, what am I to bring back

No more questions, please. no more jests. No more curses you can't undo, left by fathers you never knew. NO MORE QUESTS.

Those are song lyrics for those of you too dull to experience musical theater.

Careful the things you say . . .

Maybe it's all the Butterknives I drank last night, but I'm out of it today. How out of it you ask? While combing my hair this morning, I realized that I could make it look Romulan.

I left it.

Business hours at the crisis center are from 9a-4p, if you want to come check it out.

Now where did I put my disruptor . . .


P.S. A Butterknife = Ghetto Screwdriver = Vodka and Sunny Delight (soooo goood)