So last night after work I went over to Amos house to watch a lovely movie. Much fun was had, drinks were consumed. All was well, I peaced out like a good Wuggly should, ummade it home fine.
Went upstairs to take my sleeping meds and then went back down stairs to let out my dogs and make dinner of some sort. To my dismay I saw that we were out of salsa. So I busted back out real quick to get some. And then it goes blank. I didnt crash, but I did get pulled over I guess, I did get arrested and ihmmm I cant even remember all of what happened because that is what Ambien does to you. Its part of its methods or something. So I probably appeared so much more sloshed than I really was. I took a breathalyzer test and it was double what you were permitted to be at.
I cant rememberI have a court date at the end of this month. And I really hope I dont lose my license. It was a mistake. I dont think I got home until likemaybe seven, I cant even remember. My dad came and picked me up, sprung me if you will.
I remember being woken up and thinking I was at home, until the lights went on and I was in a cell. I was so happy to see my dad. I think the cop(s) would keep asking me the same question. I think they kept asking how many tattoos I had. Maybe that didnt happen.
And no, no sexy cop shenanigans.
Yikes.
Went upstairs to take my sleeping meds and then went back down stairs to let out my dogs and make dinner of some sort. To my dismay I saw that we were out of salsa. So I busted back out real quick to get some. And then it goes blank. I didnt crash, but I did get pulled over I guess, I did get arrested and ihmmm I cant even remember all of what happened because that is what Ambien does to you. Its part of its methods or something. So I probably appeared so much more sloshed than I really was. I took a breathalyzer test and it was double what you were permitted to be at.
I cant rememberI have a court date at the end of this month. And I really hope I dont lose my license. It was a mistake. I dont think I got home until likemaybe seven, I cant even remember. My dad came and picked me up, sprung me if you will.
I remember being woken up and thinking I was at home, until the lights went on and I was in a cell. I was so happy to see my dad. I think the cop(s) would keep asking me the same question. I think they kept asking how many tattoos I had. Maybe that didnt happen.
And no, no sexy cop shenanigans.
Yikes.
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Getting cuffed is pretty hot but so not worth the thrill...you will probably lose your license and have to do a bullshit alcohol awareness class...there is always hope for some cop fuck up, but if you blew...
Keep your chin up dollface and remember i'm here and cock and balls