Migrains ... Its a terrible thing
Happy hour was going fine. I had been really sick the night before and half the day so I was happy to be out. I met a few new people. They ran out of cornbeef and cabbage but the flank steak was A-OK instead. I even tried a new beer, for me, Smithsomthing ... probably a good sign that I can't remember the name. :)
I noticed that Karri, (that's right ... contracts over and I can call her that without getting into trouble) Karri Karri Karri Karri Karri ... Ok where was I ... I noticed Karri was sitting with someone for a long time talking about "relationship issues". I felt bad for her. We've all had to do the consoling a friend thing. Suddenly she showed up behind me. "Let's go ... NOW!"
Well, it wasn't a sign that she wanted to play ... she had what seems to be a terrible, mostly female affliction ... the migraine. Now if your not a sufferer or ever had a partner who suffers you do not know the hell that is the migraine. I'd rather have a nightstick dipped in peppermint oil shoved down my cock as a sound before I'd take on one of these things.
We had to pull over no less than 5 times for the puking on the way home. I was ready to hit the emergency room. But ... a few hour of darkness and silence and a handful of Motrin seemed to do the trick.
So that's it ... no more relationship counseling at Happy Hour!
I noticed that Karri, (that's right ... contracts over and I can call her that without getting into trouble) Karri Karri Karri Karri Karri ... Ok where was I ... I noticed Karri was sitting with someone for a long time talking about "relationship issues". I felt bad for her. We've all had to do the consoling a friend thing. Suddenly she showed up behind me. "Let's go ... NOW!"
Well, it wasn't a sign that she wanted to play ... she had what seems to be a terrible, mostly female affliction ... the migraine. Now if your not a sufferer or ever had a partner who suffers you do not know the hell that is the migraine. I'd rather have a nightstick dipped in peppermint oil shoved down my cock as a sound before I'd take on one of these things.
We had to pull over no less than 5 times for the puking on the way home. I was ready to hit the emergency room. But ... a few hour of darkness and silence and a handful of Motrin seemed to do the trick.
So that's it ... no more relationship counseling at Happy Hour!