by Borracho » Wed Feb 18, 2009 6:51 pm
Ok, thank God for annonimity. Me and my girlfriend go out. She is sort of white trashy, but I love her anyway. Her sister hates me, and she probably can't spell my last name, which is Walker. So I start buying everyone's drinks at this hideous dive, and make sure I am not left out. I do enough Jaeger Bombs to win World War II, and I am starting to fade out. She decides she wants to drive and I pass out in the car. Several hours later I wake up, I am in the car, I have no fucking clue where she is, so I put the car in gear and drive home -- 100 miles -- hey I live in Wyoming, that's a short commute.
Anyway, she comes out of the Flying J where she has been eating for the last 40 minutes, and socializing, and sees the vehicle gone. Its her home town, she has her parents, sister, friends etc., minutes away.
Ok, yeah, I know I was a dick, but how big of one for taking off when I woke up from a coma at a gas station and drove home. Personally, I think Michael Phelps is a Pussy, I did the 110 mile multiple drunken medlay for 90 minutes, and all I got was the couple of coldies left in my fridge. The downside is my girlfriend is still beating me over the head about this, even though she actually beats me over the head on a regular basis...
Ugh...
Never get married. It's cheaper to buy a house every ten years and give it to some woman you hate...