Check it: Drunkface doesn’t have drunkface!
But she DOES have Brazen Thigh Syndrome, which I define as a tragic resistance to considering pants, with an accompanying inability to distinguish tights from trousers (minor symptoms include wearing minidresses that bunch in your crotch, and wearing stockings that kind of look like you got bored at the bar and pulled out a Sharpie for some therapeutic doodling). Which is worse: chronic drunkface, or the debilitating refusal to care about the privacy of one’s pubic region? I think I’ll take the latter any day. So come back, Drunkface’s drunkface. But only if you bring some pants with you.