Let's just say my life doesn't revolve around 3 a.m. feedings, my mans screaming, "But I own this trailer!" as he throws whiskey bottles through our corn husk drapes, and making sweet love behind Old Man Pumpernickel's marijuana patch during Sunday church services.
Thursday, November 03, 2005
The worst part of getting pissed is admitting to yourself it was from half a pint of Limited Edition Bailey's Irish Cream Haagen-Dazs.
I didn't know they'd actually mix in alcohol! Real alcohol! Didn't they think of the children?!