So after that big fumble, Stephon is still in his good drunk spirits! He tells me, “What a tool she was, I was too good for her anyways!” as he slurs his words. I slured my words too and replied with, “Got that damn right!” Now, we are just having some more drinks and talking like a bunch of drunks. I bought a round of this spicy vodka crap for us, and damn it burnt the heck out of my throat. I don’t think Stephon noticed the spice, he’s drunker than I am. Damn, it’s already 5am… It’s gonna be a long day at work.
