SLEEP WAlKING
I have mastered sleep walking. I just talked to CUTE FIANCÉ and got the 411 of what I was doing at 2 am this morning.
I run out of the bedroom naked. I go into the laundry room and remove the blanket that is on top of the laundry basket. I make sure there is a good hole. I squat to pee. CUTE FIANCÉ asks me what I am doing. I tell him I am going to the bathroom. He yells at me that I am peeing in the laundry room and that I need to go into the bathroom. I tell him that I have choice as to where I can pee. He forcefully removes me from the laundry room and takes me to the bathroom. Apparently I wasn't very happy about this.
I really need to stop drinking white wine.
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Good times..Good times.... Did you manage to actually pee in the basket, or did CUTE FIANCE drag you away before you started dribbling?
F.JIM: CUTE FIANCÉ dragged me away. He didn't want me to blame it on MR. KIPPERS the next day.
Poor MR.KIPPERS.. I wonder how many times you have actually blamed him for your late night pee wanderings....
per F.JIM:
White wine is apparently kicking my butt. Random peeing, being belligerent. I also told CUTE FIANCÉ to F*ck himself since he wouldn't let me pee in the hamper.
CUTE FIANCÉ said I need to finish the box and move to a new kind of drink.
Perhaps red wine would suit you. Not all wine can be bad, can it?
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