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Okay to start the investigation process we need to get all the facts.
Was anything other than your leg hairs missing??
Where were you from the time you started drinking the bottle of Vodka until the time you woke up?
Can you think of anyone that would have a reason for stealing your leg hairs?
started drinking in the kitchen, cooking dinner.
had another drink.
played a game of chess
had another drink.
went for a walk
had another drink.
learned about protons~a positive partical~& nucleuses~central part of living cells~
had another drink.
things are getting fuzzy....
had another drink
yep, definitely fuzzy...
had another drink.
had a blind fold on at some point....
had another drink.
took a shower and shaved my legs???
can't... remember....
woke up in my bed this morning.
Okay….
Is there anybody you know that would have a reason for stealing your leg hairs??
We may have to do a reenactment of that night when the crime happened. Starting at the point where you got fuzzy and then blindfolded. I’ll just observe and come up with clues.
There are many people that have many reasons for stealing my leg hairs... Lets see, they could be being used for a voodo doll right now! OR, maybe someone is snuggling up to them, dreaming of the day they can have me..... OR, maybe I just got waisted and shaved them off..
Okay I’m buying the Voodoo doll theory. We may have something to go off of there. Can you think of who your enemies are??
BTW….Not buying the snuggle theory.
I think I'm going with the voodoo theory also. I woke up with a head ache this morning and I can't tell if it was from the wine I drank last night or someone sticking a pin in a doll that looks suspiciously like me, with my stolen leg hairs.
BTW~ The snuggle theory is not completely implausible.
I'm trying to think of who my enemies are. hmmmmm... That one girl that lived next to SOUTHERN BELL! The one I talked shit about, that one time....I bet she's the one poking me in the doll head right now.
You are definitely leaving people out. What about your upstairs neighbor??
And who says that it has to be an enemy. I think you have plenty of friends that would like to stick pins in your head.
BTW….I can’t hang out with my cute new BF any more on weekdays. Not only did I drink way too much last night. First starting with 2 bottles of wine and then moving to the pub for some rum and diets. Then proceeding back to the house for more wine and letting him take advantage of me till wee hours of the morning. God I feel like shit. I can’t decide if it was all worth it.
Sounds like you two are a match made in heaven. (I know how you can throw back the booze and all.) Now you've found someone that not only supports the habit but encourages it by sharing in your gluttony. Hurray!
This could be a very bad thing. I have not reason to have restrants now. Maybe I should date the NEIGHBOR instead. That way I can have a religious zealot to keep me sober.
NO NO NO!! I LIKE this one! Screw the neighbor.. hmmm... No forget I said that. If you do date him you'll have to actually celebrate easter the real way.. Like going to church and worshipping and all the stuff that goes along with that... Like, potlucks and praying..... Think about the Beer Hunt and all doubts will disappear!
say this montra:
I love my new b.f. that gets me drunk.
I love my new b.f. that is a cute hunk.
I love my new b.f. that gives me good wood.
I love my new b.f. like a good girl should.
Besides you wouldn't have any fun with that prude.
You’re absolutely right. What was I thinking? Thank you so much for pulling my head out of my ass and making me smell the Beer Hunt. (As I sign the montra silently in my head.)
Anytime. I understand when your in the throws of passion it's hard to focus on anything beyond the good hard wood your gonna get.....
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