Getting home drunk

Oooopsie.

Got in at 3am, Paul had stayed in as he was sick so he'd been asleep since a normal bed time, I proceeded to bounce into the bedroom smashed and armed with half a pizza I saved for him and carried home on a 20 minute walk in the freezing cold. With blue fingers and a sparkly hat on I got into bed and rambled a fair bit of absolute bollocks to him, took a few selfies and launched my clothes all over the floor why doing a bit of shit dancing before being told to lie down and go to sleep.

Woke up to sympathy and a cuddle, what a bloke.

A keeper.

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