This reminds back in the 1980s we all be hanging out in the parking lot with our cars and we just got done playing radio tag. Some of the more wild girls would take their tops off and say crazy shit like this.
Their friends had to play babysitter, because they got to fucked up. So with that in mind - Are you fucked up!
A footnote: In our 1980s CB-style “radio tag” (aka fox hunt), the group picked a driver to be the “fox” (by vote or draw); the fox drove off and hid their car anywhere within a roughly 5‑mile radius, then keyed up once parked to announce “I’m hidden, come find me,” and repeated a short taunt every ~3 minutes. Seekers used their CB rigs’ S‑meters and directional antennas (or just signal‑strength readings) to judge whether they were getting closer or farther, working from agreed search boundaries, transmit intervals, and safety rules; play stopped when someone visually located or “tagged” the fox.
