Short: TW, or T-Dub.
LL: Adri can be such a Tiajuana Whore at times.
Lola: Really? I thought she had it together.
LL: Well, the other night ago, when we went out... she lost it.
Lola: Lost what?
LL: She lost it all: her keys, her new blouse, her iPhone, purse, rings and necklace.
Lola: Where'd ya'll go?
LL: Just to the bar.
After a night of indiscretion, a TW still thrives for more.
The Morning After
Server: And what can I get you to drink ma'am?
TW (still shit-faced): Obnoxious inaudible rambling... OHHHH!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE MYSELF. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! WHOOOOO! Coughs Oh, I'll have a mimosa, and a shot of patron mother-fucker.
Server: All righty, ma'am, we'll have that right out (smiles).