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So, my story begins like this. TJ got mad at me, and went out to the living room to be angry. I figured I'd leave her be, cause she gets crankier when I bother her.
About an hour or two later she comes back to the bedroom and falls on the floor. I'm like WTF? I go over and she's babbling up a storm. And she smells like rum.
She sat out in the living room and drank rum for about an hour. She claims she's not drunk, she's a pirate.
And she's developed a British accent which she is still speaking in. And she's correcting my fucking grammar. OMG.
TJ: It's about 3 o'clock already. That means it's time for more rum!
About an hour or two later she comes back to the bedroom and falls on the floor. I'm like WTF? I go over and she's babbling up a storm. And she smells like rum.
She sat out in the living room and drank rum for about an hour. She claims she's not drunk, she's a pirate.
And she's developed a British accent which she is still speaking in. And she's correcting my fucking grammar. OMG.
TJ: It's about 3 o'clock already. That means it's time for more rum!
