Actually, *I* didn't do it. My drunken friend, who is an unhappily married woman about to get a divorce, went out to get some drinks with myself and some other friends tonight. She parked at my place and we drove to the bar because, well, I guess some people can't drive drunk. Whatever.
Anyway, we get back to my place and she's about to get into her car, we're hugging or whatever, and she starts fucking kissing me! Right out in the middle of the street! She's still fucking married! And her husband is better looking and way more employed than I am.
So we kind of talk for a minute awkwardly, and she drives home. WTF? I'm very confused right now and am drinking more to cope with it. I also instantly regret posting this, even though I haven't hit the post button yet but know that I will because I have no will and am a drunken distinguished mentally-challenged fellow right now. Please start mocking me for this, I will not be happy until I wake up in a puddle of my own vomit tomorrow. In fact, I'm going to go buy some malt liquor to ensure that happens. BRB.
