When alcohol impairs your human thinking and animalistic instinct takes over, how do you behave? Let's find out what kind of dog you are when you are drunk!
I'm more of a fighter.
I'm more of a lover.
I can go either way.
I'm more of an eater.
I watch it play out.
I casually stroll over to make sure things are okay.
I get ready to fight the jerk.
I go up and put my arm around them.
I find a dark corner and do my business.
I do my business wherever I am.
I hold it until I get home.
I find a nearby public restroom.
Waffles.
Burrito.
Bacon double cheeseburger.
Salad.
No.
Of course I have.
No, but it sounds like fun.
I have been told that I've howled at the moon.
I would choose truth.
I would alternate.
Dare all the way.
I would not be caught in a game of Truth or Dare!
I walk.
I take a cab.
I have a designated driver or I stay where I am.
I take public transportation.
No way.
Once.
More than one.
I don't remember, but probably.
I got in a fight.
I peed myself.
I passed out in my own puke.
I passed out.
They'd say I was nuts.
They'd say I was stubborn.
They'd say I was funny.
They'd say I was sensible.
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