A weekend recap. This is what I have been told should be done on Monday mornings. Not a bad idea. What it made me realize however, is that I have a shitty short-term memory.
Friday night: Girth and I played power hour. He found the most wonderful compilation of one minute song snippets, all 80's t.v. theme songs. One hour and 13 beers later, we were retarded. We indulged on chicken enchiladas, I jumped on Youporn, and then he dragged me off the computer by my hair and threw me in bed.
Saturday: We lounged around, hung out, caught up on shows, then napped with our babe. I love it when we are all in the basket. Perfect. Then we went to a Crunch game with a couple friends. Ten dollars a beer means I would rather steal a half empty cup off the floor and drink after the mouth of a stranger, so I didn't drink. However, the girl on the other side of the aisle drank enough for everyone. We watched her sing and point each word out to enunciate it, smack about six different guys in the ass, poke them in the assholes, hop from row to row taking FB pics with them, sit on their laps...yeah. Plus she had on suede stilettos. Who wears fuck me pumps to a hockey game? Oh yeah. The drunk girl, with cork screw curls, dick hopping between two aisles. There was also about 5 hockey fights for that game, so it was an action packed event. Came home, and watched a few episodes of The Office.
Sunday: Ice skating, per usual. Our offspring gets better every time. Then to Oswego where Riot raided grandpas games for a, "wace cah game". He also stole all the change off the table, polished off a container of cheese balls, and got nipped at by my dads fat little pig of a pregnant whore dog, Sadie. She's lucky she missed, or I would have slapped the puppies right out of her. Came home, Girth napped, and then went to his game. Me and my babydoll had a movie night. Then I caught up on Revenge.
Friday night: Girth and I played power hour. He found the most wonderful compilation of one minute song snippets, all 80's t.v. theme songs. One hour and 13 beers later, we were retarded. We indulged on chicken enchiladas, I jumped on Youporn, and then he dragged me off the computer by my hair and threw me in bed.
Saturday: We lounged around, hung out, caught up on shows, then napped with our babe. I love it when we are all in the basket. Perfect. Then we went to a Crunch game with a couple friends. Ten dollars a beer means I would rather steal a half empty cup off the floor and drink after the mouth of a stranger, so I didn't drink. However, the girl on the other side of the aisle drank enough for everyone. We watched her sing and point each word out to enunciate it, smack about six different guys in the ass, poke them in the assholes, hop from row to row taking FB pics with them, sit on their laps...yeah. Plus she had on suede stilettos. Who wears fuck me pumps to a hockey game? Oh yeah. The drunk girl, with cork screw curls, dick hopping between two aisles. There was also about 5 hockey fights for that game, so it was an action packed event. Came home, and watched a few episodes of The Office.
Sunday: Ice skating, per usual. Our offspring gets better every time. Then to Oswego where Riot raided grandpas games for a, "wace cah game". He also stole all the change off the table, polished off a container of cheese balls, and got nipped at by my dads fat little pig of a pregnant whore dog, Sadie. She's lucky she missed, or I would have slapped the puppies right out of her. Came home, Girth napped, and then went to his game. Me and my babydoll had a movie night. Then I caught up on Revenge.
There's your recap. Pretty much the life of a rock star.
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