Who are you? What's your name? Where are we, the 1930's? HA HA HA HA.
After a long, mediocre shift at the bar, I somehow agreed to drive a very intoxicated gay guy and his fag hag (even more shitfaced) to Mongolian BBQ so they could get their car and drive home. On the way to my car she kept drunkenly stumbling over and in the short ride from the bar to Washington St. the broad kept repeating that I was their what I assume was "guardian angel," but it sounded more like "grawrdyannnangl." She fell out of my car when he opened the door for her. Her ass was totally falling out of her jeans and was adorned with a glittery blue thong- I saw this as she landed on her face in the snow.
Should I chalk up driving two drunks to their car on a super snowy and slippery night as a good deed? It's more like good karma for when I desperately need a ride home on one of my (rare but occurring) inebriated outings. I'd hope some nice stranger would find my drunkery as amusing as I did theirs.
Oh how I love making new friends.
Thank you and goodnight Michigan. You've been wonderful.
Should I chalk up driving two drunks to their car on a super snowy and slippery night as a good deed? It's more like good karma for when I desperately need a ride home on one of my (rare but occurring) inebriated outings. I'd hope some nice stranger would find my drunkery as amusing as I did theirs.
Oh how I love making new friends.
Thank you and goodnight Michigan. You've been wonderful.