Last night I went out with Skinny Goat and had way too much to drink. I remember arguing with somebody about something, singing off key, and Skinny Goat kissing me a lot.
That’s all I remember, but according to him that’s the least of all the things I did that night so I’m sort of not looking forward to entertaining conspiratorial looks from him.
Hopefully I didn’t do anything too embarrassing.
Smirnoff Ice is not my friend.