Ms. Tigger and I on the happiest day...
I'm not only the nicest fucking person that I know, I'm the weirdest. This is a funny story that happened to me months ago, but I'm just now getting around to it. I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the restroom and there was brown stuff all over the sheets. I thought to myself, "I know that I didn't crap in the fucking bed!" I went to the restroom and NO
, I didn't shit in the bed, but what in the hell was that stuff all over the bed? As I was getting ready to go back to bed, I was standing in front of the mirror when I turned and noticed that there was a Lindst
truffle label stuck to my ass!! Y'all know how much I LOVE my chocolate in the middle of the night, but that was a bit much!
There was this one time when I was still living with Pepe that I had a sticky accident with Gatorade. I had a HUGE bottle of orange Gatorade on the bedside table and started pouring it all over the table. Pepe asked me what in the hell I was doing. I replied, "cleaning!" He told me to stop, but I kept on pouring. He then took it away from me. Oh, but I had a secret bottle of "orange cleaner" on the floor and started to clean again. Pepe finally got me out of my sleep state and woke my ass up. Once I figured out what I'd done, I felt like the biggest idiot, but it was classic NN.
Does anyone else out there think that Paul Stanley is a drag queen? Another entry for another day. Have a grrrreat weekend!!! To all of the freaky fucks reading this and trying to get an insight on me and my personal life, good luck!!