What is it about beer that makes me say inappropriate things? I don’t drink very often, but last night The Husband had a gig. My little brother came with me and some friends of mine showed up and hung out with us as well. And I had two beers. Which if you hardly ever drink beer (and started your drinking career in Utah where the beer is actually water with some beer extract thrown in for flavor) is like actually drinking four beers. So I talked about my sex life and made reference to my giant boobs amongst other things. Good Lord. No wonder I don’t normally leave the house. Ray Ray, I apologize. I promise to just have diet coke next time. At least I didn’t have any tequila. That shit makes me crazy.
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