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My boyfriend and I ran into some friends while out for a few too many beers. I invited them back to our place where my boyfriend promptly flicked on some football.
I felt ignored and so pretended to hit his new flat screen tv with a golf club - only I was too drunk to pretend. I put a hole through the damn thing.
The next morning I woke to find him already gone for work. I called to apologize at which time he told me that I woke up in the middle of the night, stripped down and pissed on my clothes.
I didnt remember doing it - but after checking the wad of pissed on clothes on the bedroom floor I knew he was telling the truth.
Oh yeah, Im a girl. And Im pretty.
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