New Year’s Eve

I’ve been wearing a onesie lately.

For warmth.

It’s bad. Really bad.

Thermal. White. there’s a butt flap. It buttons up.

Just bad.

On New Year’s Eve, I wore it in public. Only the onesie, not anything over or underneath. This is what happens when I drink.

But I’m so smooth, that despite wearing what is possibly the most unattractive piece of clothing in existence, I still got laid.

Oh, yeah.


Leave a comment

Filed under Good Times with good people, The Opposite of Romance

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s