Like I said, problems. I stood there, satan playing the anvil chorus on my cerebrum with an out-of-tune jackhammer, and asked a question I knew I'd regret until my dying breath. Or my next blackout...
So, what's the problem?
It's ..It's..
Ten bucks says it's a cheating husband or boyfriend.
I think my husband and boyfriend are cheating on me!!
Well, that was halfway unexpected. Normally I can't handle dames cryin'. This one was hard to figure out, though. Luckily, my mama raised me to be prepared. When she wasn't getting me drunk, anyway.
