It was only seconds later, as the room was finally coming to clarity, that I heard a soft and harmonious read: We waited and waited for the cab and it finally showed up. A DFMO here, a shot there, and we were off to the races. Not even kidding. And messy. BoykinSpaniel 6 years ago.
Probably the result of a couple margs.
Humpday Hookup Horror Stories: Zero Tolerance
I reversed as quickly as possible. One night we were out at the bar, and sure enough, there was a little person sitting at the other end of the bar. I thought about jumping out of a window. He let go of my shirt and whipped around. They were ruining our tailgate. The horror story starts on a sunny Southern California Saturday morning when I was suddenly awaken by the chime of my iPhone alarm clock.