“I had eight chocolate martinis, the next day I was driving down the road and totally shit myself. Had to go home and shower, change my cloths and everything.”
“Yeah and he’s doing a hand-stand on the fucking lawn mower, so I yell at him ‘What are you, retarded!?'”
It’s a lazy day so I called out… OK I didn’t finish the advice article and it is 9:45 pm Tuesday night, so… I’m a lazy bum and next week relationship advice Wednesday will resume.