Srsly.

I had the boys over drinking last night, and an old aquanaut (lol wtf, I wanted to write "acquaintance" but my spell checker suggested aquanaut. I thought it was a cool word so I left it there) came over and wanted to drink with me.

OK.

So, shot after shot after shot, it was tiem to sleep now.

I woke up this morning, ****ing hungover. Left her upstairs because I get up at an ungodly hour. Hopped on OnRPG to see what kinda riff raff I missed last night.

I fell asleep in my comfy *** chair and woke up just a few minutes ago. She woke up, and made me the most ****ing kickass sandwich I've had in months. Turkey, mayo, pickles, some kind of magical cheese all held together by a tortilla wrap thing.

And, its only 11 AM and she brought me a beer instead of juice or a soda.

I think I'm in love. Not really.

But to any ladies who might be reading this thread - sometimes the quickest way to a mans heart is through an awesome sandwich and beer before noon after a long night of drinking.

Only sometimes I guess.


Edit: SHE MADE THE BED TOO. **** YEAH.