I was hanging with my gf last night and she's not a drug person but I turned her onto fentanyl. Before she came over though she asked if I had anything to drink and I told her I didn't but I'd pick something up and she told me to get her redds apple cider, they didn't have it so I just got some smirnoff "green apple" thinking that would pretty much be the same thing. We were doing the fentanyl spray and drinking (i was drinking shiner black) and between the fent and the smirinoff she started getting sassy with me and said "this is a bitch brew" "smirinoff is for whores" and just being extremely dismissive towards me and trying to play beyonce songs on my laptop.
She finally passed out after only 3 brews and my cat asked me If I could take him to the "new" taco shack location that just opened up down the street from me. And It sounded like a good idea because I had the munchies and needed something on my stomach to help me sleep.
This was like 6:30 am so we had time to kill so we just drove around listening to slipknot and sipping a brew. We eventually pull up to the taco shack at 7:15 and go in and my cat is acting kinda rowdy because of the brew and slipknot and when he steps into the taco shack he squeals "weeeeeeeeeeel gonts!" to the closest table and its a bunch of dps pigs so I get kinda nervous and grab him by the paw and archer starts shouting "you're breaking my arm daddy, you're breaking my arm!"
and one of the pigs asked me "is this your son?" and I said "well kinda, he's a boy and he's my fur baby" but he's not biologically related to me. And the pig says "tell him to get off the porch" so I tell archie to go sit in the car while I get the tacos and he walks off, wearing nothing but my gf's pajama pants that have words on the butt.
But yeah I got some barbacoa tacos with lime and onions and salsa Verdae.
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