BTW, if you ever wondered what pussy + fries looks like, it's something like this: Spoiler I joke, I joke, I KEED I KEED, if I offended please please forgive!
I. am the drinkies. And The Guy is not home. Boo. Edit... Reps regarding parenting: My kids are fantastic people. That helps. But I've also always set the bar really high for them. Their standard of behavior is above their peers. I expect excellence. LET ME get a call about one of my kids being an ass...God help that child. I'm raising them to be self sufficient problem solvers with am independent streak a mile wide. But I'm also raising them to do things right. They're not perfect but they're pretty damned awesome
I love gingers. Her nipples are perfect. I've got half a bottle of wine left. Debating whether to save for Tomorrow or keep swigging.
Another wedding finsihed, playing music five hours straight. And since it was an outdoor wedding, it was darker than a bat's asshole. One more next weekend, then it's the cottage for a week. The next person that requests that LMFAO song from me gets hit with a tube sock filled with framing screws. I'm going to roll a fucking blast right now and get high as shit. Can I get an amen?
Fucking balls. I haven't had sex in a week. This is the longest in 4 years. Every turn this week there has been family cockblocking every fucking second. Tomorrow is our 1 year wedding anniversary. Spoiler I am going to paint her in jizz .
I was at a wedding a month ago and there was some song that had a special dance to it that everyone but me knew. I stood to the side watching the mass dance unfold like a better dressed version of Thriller, and it creeped me out. I had never even heard the song, but even older people knew the preset dance moves. I seriously thought some homo in a trucker hat was going to jump out of the bushes and be like, "you're being punked".
Sup ya'll. I am the best kind of drunk right now: blue motherfuking label drunk. God bless that shit. Kendrick Lamar is the theme for the evening: Section80 bitchessssssssssss
Private messages are why I should stop drinking. Good morning, kids! No hangover. Today is a good day.
I went out and got drunk and wound up vomiting last night. Haven't done that since December. But when I woke up I found a slice of pizza waiting for me next to my head. Is there a better way to wake up from a rough night than with delicious, salty, greasy food waiting right there for you? Good work, drunk me.