I’ve been a little busy getting Datester up and running.  It’s at the point now where it’s all little stuff that needs to be done, like writing blurbs for dating sites categories instead of the Latin diatribe that is there now.  We’re getting along.  Sick of hearing about that site yet?  THEN GET OVER THERE AND INTERACT WITH THE EFFING SITE!  TAKE A POLL!  LEAVE A COMMENT!  Ok…..I’ll shut up.

Jessie got really drunk last night.  He’s usually really weird when he’s drunk.  When he’s drunk, he, of course, gets all horny and gropey.  He’s also one of those "I LOVE YOU" drunks so I got a lot of that.  And then I ate his Tootsie Roll.  He stuck it up my sleeve for some reason so I started eating it and he stared at me for about 30 seconds and started..

"You ate my fucking Tootsie Roll you fucking asshole!  That was MY Tootsie Roll and you ate it!"  He then started throwing little candy bars at me while screaming about his Tootsie Roll.

"You are such an asshole!  You eat my Tootsie Rolls and write blogs about me!  You asshole!"  Then he started laughing hysterically.  I got up and left and came up to bed alone, hoping he would stay on the couch, but NOOOOO.  He came up yelling that I left him down there and then he got into bed with me and the pervert came back.  He was saying stuff like "I want to get at ya,"  and "Touch my boner," for about an hour and a half before he finally passed out.  Why am I doing this to him?  Writing this embarrassing blog about him?  Because I thought he GAVE me that effing Tootsie Roll and there was no need to get all mean and belligerent about it!  Stupid thing.  A small piece of chocolate taffy…..geez.

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