Bad Breath Bob Frog

Just had lunch with one of my best friends and bumped into BBB, Bad Breath Bob*.

He's a frog from not too long ago that I stopped talking to after an incident on Thanksgiving Eve where I got drunk and made out with his best friend.  It happens.

He was pretty mad and I'm not too sad about it because, well...  I call him Bad Breath Bob for a reason.  

In my defense, that day, I had lunch with Ding Dong Frog and drank bourbon.  Then I went to my friends house so I could watch and learn as she made cranberry sauce and cookies.  I drank all her wine instead.  Then called Bob and told him he should come over my friends house since he knew her, too.  He brought a friend and a 30 pack.  I probably drank some of those, too.  

It all started to go downhill later that night when Bob went to the bathroom and I made my friend, and his friend, go hide outside on the porch with me.  Bob coming out of the bathroom and not knowing where we were was the funniest thing ever to me at that moment.  Despite the 20 degree weather that night, they humored me.  Everything's blurry after that. 

I later found out:

• While we were hiding on the porch, I rang my friends doorbell so many times that I broke it. 
• I went back out on the porch with Bob's friend, smoked one drag of his cigarette and coughed so much I nearly passed out.
• Then made out with the friend.
• Then Bob left, and left his friend behind with us.
• Then I apparently realized my friend had taken my keys away so I wouldn't drive.
• Then I woke my friend up, who had gone to bed, and I was crying I didn't want to sleep with Bob's friend. 
• Then I was told to go to sleep. 

Glad my family doesn't do much for holiday's because I was in rough shape on Thanksgiving, and I beat my body up so much I actually was sick for a whole week after that.  Karma?  Probably.  Probably getting some form of bad karma back for referring to this poor dude as Bad Breath Bob, too.  :/

Bob actually just emailed me. He saw me, now he's telling me he was thinking of me the other day. Very chatty. Guys from my past tend to make regular re-appearances.  Which of course has me wondering if I'll ever hear from Nantucket Paul again.  Hate that I care if I do.  I need a distraction dude. Or head meds.  Either/or.