This is not the first wedding that I’ve received a drunk text from Jess Manifesto from.
Jess: Brrrrrrrintio
Jess: Cakae and wine at a wsddi g is the best satidyat ever.
Me: Another wedding?
Jess: Yesssss!
Jess: Eceyive I ate is here
Jess: Jerks
Me: I hate people I hate. They’re the worst.
Jess: Expeficjalky peolekbibhaye from Hugh school
Me: I hated everyone in high school.
Jess: Immmmmmmm drunk.
Me: No waaay! I don’t believe you.
Jess: I think uou should come to indijananand make out sorb me.
Me: I would love to make out with you and your hot roller derby, chest-pieced ass.
Jess: Ywsss!
Me: I feel like you died. Never around anymore on Twitter 
Me: But I’m not either, because I’m so busy.
Jess: I knelb tjgtk. Red adding, I’m bust getting fCe fxked.
Me: Okay, now you lost me.
Jess: I’m drink.
Me: I got some Adderall, so yay!
Jess: Oh fun
Me: Do I sense sarcasm?
Jess: no tit sense drunk
I think that “No, tit sense drunk” sums up this conversation perfectly.
This has been “Drunk Texting With Jess Manifesto.
I'm Britni, a snarky bitch and generally awesome person. I write about sex, love, and bullshit. If sex-positivity, discussions about BDSM and kink, queer issues, and topics that are completely inappropriate by society's standards make you uncomfortable, then this blog is not for you.
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My day is made.
My life looks so much more exciting on your blog
I understood all of her texts before seeing each of your responses. This is like reading drunk texts from one of my best friends. Awesome.