So Terry works at this dank ass restaurant and usually when I go there at the end of his shift, I let him know im coming. so he waits for me and we go home together, but sometimes he works late and I'll have a couple beers. on this night I was waiting a long time, because he got off early and I didnt know and I wanted to surprise him. so miss communication turned into me getting filthy drunk and his work having to call him in to get me. he wasnt pleased, with the situation or the fact that I cant stop singing irish folk songs when im plastered.

but its cool now :D