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Jesus Loves you...Your Cat doesn't. {#Dogset}
Don't really spill drinks but I had this one epic fukk up one night I was in the boozer chatting up this one bird.
I was literally following her about from the dance floor, to the booth, to the bar, buying drinks and all that shyt in deep flirtatious conversation then she hits the girl restroom.
So I'm outside by the door with a boiler maker (Glass of Whiskey in one hand, Pint of Lager in the next), nearing on functionally drunk talking to her from behind the door, not giving much of a shyt at this point 'cause I'm closing in, making sure we going extra innings after the club and shyt and she opens the door to tell me something and I step in 'cause fukk it.
Now she's washing her hands in the sink and I'm by the hand dryer leaning against it, Whiskey ontop the machine, pint of beer in hand, saying all the right shyt, making her laugh, then she comes over to the hand dryer shyt next to me, turns that shyt on guess what happened to be under it?
My drink.
I ain't got to explain what a full blast hand dryer gust of wind to a full glass of beer going to do, man. shyt literally blew up in my face, covered my glasses and shirt in fukking cold beer and she probably broke a rib laughing at that shyt. 
fukking took my Whiskey, chugged that shyt, tossed the glasses in the bathroom sink, alerted my boys and fukking caught a cab home alone smelling like stale beer
I was literally following her about from the dance floor, to the booth, to the bar, buying drinks and all that shyt in deep flirtatious conversation then she hits the girl restroom.
So I'm outside by the door with a boiler maker (Glass of Whiskey in one hand, Pint of Lager in the next), nearing on functionally drunk talking to her from behind the door, not giving much of a shyt at this point 'cause I'm closing in, making sure we going extra innings after the club and shyt and she opens the door to tell me something and I step in 'cause fukk it.
Now she's washing her hands in the sink and I'm by the hand dryer leaning against it, Whiskey ontop the machine, pint of beer in hand, saying all the right shyt, making her laugh, then she comes over to the hand dryer shyt next to me, turns that shyt on guess what happened to be under it?
My drink.
I ain't got to explain what a full blast hand dryer gust of wind to a full glass of beer going to do, man. shyt literally blew up in my face, covered my glasses and shirt in fukking cold beer and she probably broke a rib laughing at that shyt. 
fukking took my Whiskey, chugged that shyt, tossed the glasses in the bathroom sink, alerted my boys and fukking caught a cab home alone smelling like stale beer


No fap for valentines weekend. I was dusting my lampshade and was going through tissues like a mawfukka last night. Dust>>>>>>>>>>me.


Yes, I ate an entire box of pop tarts last night. Yes, that is the tag from a new shirt. Yes, those are snot rags. Did some dusting and fukked my lungs up
you're about to sit down.... and you accidently spill your drink on the carpet and you fumble around in panic trying to stop it from staining the carpet
