Its not good unless you've got that person at your party. That person takes it too far. Everyone's laughing at their expense, and they don't even know it. Hey, gotta hand it to 'em. Person is out of control drunk! "How gangsta is that? Not gangsta at all." They're the one spewing on the tree at the corner of the road at the end of the night...and again later in the the trash. It's five o'clock somewhere, but five o'clock never ends for this person--they got no idea what time it is. Damn straight they showed up to this party prepared, crunk bag in hand. They arn't just breezin by, they're rolling through loud like a storm. About just as loud as when they fall down the stairs a few hours later. Twice.
Pull yourself together, wastey; you're makin a fool of yourself! Strobe lights are not for you, but let's all be honest, whats the deal with strobe lights? That person is waking up feelin good the next morning, feelin a margarita. Ahhh, why not skip the hangover and just keep it going? Tequila gives you a hug and never lets ya go. Needless to say, if you've felt that hug's grasp, there might be a good chance you've made your appearance as that person.
[photo props to some guy on flickr]
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