The perilous adventures of the three of us never cease to crack me up. For a detailed account of the adventure,
go here. But in short, I will suffice to say, we did not protest the fact we were lesbians to get our dinner paid for.
And this incredibly educated guess was deducted from the fact we don't enjoy ogling drunk guys. With candy thongs. Who invite us to bite off of it.
As we sat there and laughed at their incredibly drunken propositions, I reminded the girls, this is what I would have been marrying into, a couple of proposals ago.
Here's a toast to a life without candy thongs and drunken firemen!
too funny.