D.H.R.
being so wasted you can’t tell your pants from your face and you’re rolling on the floor like a drunk raccoon.
I D. H. R. every Friday and wake up in a pizza box.
He D. H. R. and tried to text his mom… it was just emojis and profanity.
She D. H. R. and yelled at the vacuum cleaner like it was her ex.