Did I mention: I’m an evil bitch?

It seems like a life time ago that Dale (can’t really change his name because it’s right there in Sharpie) was in my life…everyday.

Dale wasn’t my boyfriend, oh GOD no. He was just one of the greatest guys to hang out with.

One night he came over and made pork chops. Dale is an AWESOME cook and everything had to be from scratch. He invited some friends over and started making dinner.

For everytime he walked over to the stove to check the food, he tossed back a shot.

To make a long story short he passed out in my bathroom.
I called a certain friend (Don’t worry, your name is safe with me!) after I had taken a picture of him in a cowboy hat, cuddled up to a green teddy bear.
I was laughing SO hard that I couldn’t breath. The conversation was in short spurts between gales of laughter.

“Dale…bathroom…fuzzy teddy bear!” and with tears streaming down my face she asked me, “You took pictures?”
I don’t even think I said yes, I think I was still laughing to hard and just nodded. Thank God this woman knows me as well as she does. “I’m on my way.”

Because there is a chance IN HELL sometime that Dale might actually find this blog someday, I can’t tell you the rest of what we did or what we took pictures of.

I did manage to shave the back of his leg and make a BIG ol’ statement.

You might not want to pass out around me.

FRIDAY QUESTION:

If a friend passes out at your house, what do you do? Are you an evil bitch or a nice person. (I did bring him a pillow and blanket…that he threw up on later) What is the worst thing that someone did to you while you were passed out?