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Sweet pea im so glad your back, I was beginning to worry that one of your boyfriends killed you out of jealousy during a drunken stupor.
Did they let you have conjugal visits with your beautiful boyz?
How was your shrink? most psychiatrists are crazier than their patients, your time would probably have been better spent rolling in the grass than on their couch.
Did they make you sit in a circle and confess to all of the indecent acts you took part in while under the influence? Like the time you got drunk on whiskey and lost your mouth virginity to your baseball coach?
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