We've all done it - it's 2:30 in the morning. You've had a few. You put a dime in the phone or pick up the cell and dial. You get her, or her machine and you tell her how much you love/hate/want her (yes a booty call).
In the morning, you don't even remember the call. Of course, you can check the cell that you made the call. It's 2009. A friend took a sleeping pill and IM'd me yesterday - a bit more sexually explicit than normal. But today she got up, and did't remember IM me at all. BUT when she sat down, Facebook played back her Ambien assisted IM, word for word. She sent a note to apologize (I hadn't given it a second thought - just how wild do you think a soccer mom is gonna get?)
Be safe. Pick a designated tweeter.
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