I go out on the town last night to catch a Jason Boland show at the Bluebird Theater. The lady I've been seeing for a while meets me there. You guys said to throw her back that there were more crawdads in the creek but I'm still hanging around. Anyhoo, we have a large time and I was going to catch a cab home being as I was overserved and she takes me to her place. All is fine and dandy until sometime while we were asleep I get up and walk over to her door and pee on the carpet. I wake up and she has a bottle of 'pet stain remover' and paper towells. I proceed to apologise and feel like the jackass that I am. She insists it's not that big of a deal and takes me to my car. I'm thinking she's a keeper after last night. pic of yours truly and the girl with big boobs. How pimp is the Grady County Sheriff's Deputy shirt I have on??
I had a buddy who told me a story about a time where he woke up after a drinking binge and stood up in bed and pissed on his wife. Why he told me that story, I dunno. But if it makes you feel better, worse has been done.
I wish I could make this stuff up. She has even called me today. Maybe I should quit drinking but then who would you guys laugh at?