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Apr 24, 2009 12:46

Oh lord Fratboy came home hosed last night. I'm talking HOSED. He's on afternoons and spent half the night standing guard over the dead body of some old woman and so what else are you gonna do after a shift like that but stagger home all 'hey baby how YOU doin'?'. Ha.

I'd forgotten just how hilarious that man is drunk. He says he can't handle the hangovers anymore now that we have kids. I'm all, 'don't be a pussy, I've survived the last 4 years hungover and you don't see me crying about it'.

Much.

Needless to say I've ordered him to take up alcoholism immediately. Being Fratboy he's going do whatever he wants, whenever and however he chooses and then just pat me on the head if I lip off about it. It's the makings of a great marriage, true story. However he did agree to spend the rest of the weekend drunk with me. At some point he was cackling maniacally about inducting me into the Century Club which is clearly not going to happen because despite my diligent training these past few years I'm still such a lightweight I don't think I could make the Decade Club, but whatevs. It's shaping up to be an awesome weekend.

Erm.

Assuming he remembers a word of what he said last night.

Ha.

sobriety tastes like dirty feet, mitmip, fratboy

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