Where our lady Pink had QUITE the holiday.
What'd she do? [Okay, first of all, she's not REALLY an alcoholic like my picture might have you assume.. BUT.. read on-->] Well... it ended with 13 stitches, food all over the floor, a near heart-attack, and a burnt bedroom. Not to mention the 3 empty bottles of Patron. (AKA tequila)"When somebody was saying grace, I decided that the sweet potatoes should be on my father-in-law's head... so I dumped the bowl on his head. I ended up in the pool, and I almost had a heart attack... and then I was chopping ice and I cut my hand open, had to go to the ER but I couldn't feel a thing. It was fascinating actually... when you're that drunk and you can just watch the stitches happening. And then I set my bedroom on fire . . . because [Carey and I] went upstairs to have a quickie . . . and I left a cigarette in the oven mitt."
Uhhh... Ciggie on an oven mit? Really?
I mean, I GUESS it all sounds like good fun... Maybe?!
And her quotes are hilarious! I love someone who can just laugh and shrug things off!
Her ex-in-laws are probably relieved to have a slightly calmer dinner this year.
Way to stir things up though, Pink!
love,
elizabethany
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