I have been thinking a lot this week about stupid things I have done, starting mid 1989 when I sent a perfume-soaked heartfelt love letter to Cameron Smith and became the laughing stock of Edenhope High School for several decades. Or about a week. Not sure which.
And lets not forget (God knows I never will) the News Year Eve party in 1997 where I drank my own body weight in Cock Sucking Cowgirls, made in cream cheese glasses. Did you know cream cheese glasses hold a LOT more than shot glasses? Well after consuming said Cowgirls, I confessed my undying love for SH* and then proceeded to projectile vomit all over Mrs Conlon's dining room, in front of all the cool kids. I still haven't lived that one down in certain circles.
And lets not forget (God knows I never will) the News Year Eve party in 1997 where I drank my own body weight in Cock Sucking Cowgirls, made in cream cheese glasses. Did you know cream cheese glasses hold a LOT more than shot glasses? Well after consuming said Cowgirls, I confessed my undying love for SH* and then proceeded to projectile vomit all over Mrs Conlon's dining room, in front of all the cool kids. I still haven't lived that one down in certain circles.
There are many aspects of my "love life" (and I use that term loosely) which could be put in this same category. Some more recent than others, some more stupid than others.
What's most sad is that you would think I would learn from my mistakes.
If I could turn back time indeed. That Cher is a wise, wise woman.
*Name omitted for legal reasons.
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