Too Much Liquor

I will take a goblet of that and two shot glasses of that, sure why not? My eyes will cross twice and fire will come out of my eyes, but it is okay. I am ready to take on whatever torture you have for me; let me have it. I am not afraid of anything today; feeling frisky, foxy, and feminine. The cowboy backed away from the table, and ran screaming from the bar. Afraid of old ladies? Scared he would be whooped? We asked each other Laughing maniacally, not really caring, for we had been drinking since three. He actually thought he had seen his grandmother in that little filly’s eyes.