So I told Kayla (my roommate) while I was drunk (I still am...trust me, this keyboard is quite tricky) that I married her wife. She fucking freaked out, saying "Then you can fucking sleep with her!!" Then she proceeds to cry. Okay, I'm lost. I'm speaking drunken non-sense...and I make her cry. Oh well... at least I got to help that crazy red-neck ranch-hand move his daughter into her apartment down below. The crazy red-neck... that's another post, another day, when I can maybe pass the sobriety test.
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