Guys, after just getting home from my best friend's house, I can confirm that far-too-drunk sex isn't even good. Not only are my testicles blue from fruitless foreplay, but by the time we got down to it for real I got like two thrusts in before she said that she had the spins and I lost my mental sex haze and realized my head felt the same. Together we then drank a bunch of a water for recovery and repeatedly apologized to each other for various things. Canadian, eh.
Now, the worst part is I'm home and sobering now along with a small 7-11 pizza I picked up on the way. Fuck alcohol and fuck shitty food. Problem is I kinda want to drink another glass or two of whiskey before bed. Fuck me, too. I've worked out for 90 minutes or so for the last several days cause I need to not be a fatass. Why do I not do it today and instead do this horrible shit to myself now?
Being the child of a Newfie and French Canadian is bullshit. Please try not to be that, fellow gaffers.