You wouldn't like me when I'm drunkry

Sometimes when I get home from softball or poker and get on blogs I laugh. I laugh at myself. During my sober hours I do a lot more shaking my head at my stupidity rather than laughing. But for some reason when I drink I laugh, at me. I can write the worst, dummest, stupidest comment ever on your blog and I think I'm Jerry Seinfeld. Then sometimes the next day I stumble upon the comments I left the night before and realize I was just drunk. Sometimes on nights like those (these) I wonder how Titso puts up with me. Then I remember she's always asleep when I get home. She avoids me. She's smart.