My husband and I got back yesterday from Las Vegas. We stayed at the Luxor. For those of you who don’t know what that is, its a pyramid hotel that’s filled with douchebag 18-20 year olds who have managed to get a fake ID, travel on a plane, and drink their first beer. All with the collar of their shirts “popped.” I digress.

Here’s the LD:
Friday Night/Saturday Morning: I am asleep in bed, because I have to be at the Hoover Fucking Dam at 10 A.M. In walks my husband. Drunk. He wakes me up….to tell me about the awesome hamsteak they have at the restaurant downstairs. I hear about the ham steak for 20 minutes. I go back to bed.

Saturday Night/Sunday Morning: I am asleep in bed, because I’m old. In walks my husband. Drunk. He wakes me up….to tell me about the awesome hamsteak they have at the restaurant downstairs. I hear about the ham steak for 20 minutes. I go back to bed.

Sunday Night/Monday Morning: I am asleep, because I have to catch a flight later that day. In walks my husband. Drunk. He wakes me up….to tell me about the awesome hamsteak they have at the restaurant downstairs. I hear about the ham steak for 20 minutes. I go back to bed.

Yes ladies and gents. 3 nights in a row, my husband had ham steak and forgot that he told me about it. Or did he forgot that he ate it??