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Did I go out after work yesterday with a gay Mexican and a boy named Chris to have a few beers and play some pool? I did. Did I end up having some shots of Jaeger? I did.
Did I find myself at a gay bar holding hands with a lovely black gay man while his deaf boyfriend signed about his penis size to my gay mexican valentine? Did I also somehow find myself calling a tall man with few teeth my daughter Tabitha? Did I have pancakes and get home at 4 am?
Yeah.
And did I also go to work sleepy and hung over? Yes to that one too, but it was totally worth it.

It was an astonishing evening, I must say.

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Conversation at work with Chris today was mostly of the "Did it really happen?" variety.
"Chris, did those two pretty gayboys really ask me to be their third?"
"Yeah."
"..........Did I really say yes?"
"Yes."

"Chris, any idea where I got this huge bruise on my leg?"
"You have a huge bruise on your leg?"
"Yeah. Do you remember when that might have happened?"
"Nope. But that's pretty funny."
"Huh."

Lunacy.