Stop being an Ass

I am a lucky little shit I till you that much. Two interesting things happened to me over the last couple of weeks. The first was on Easter. We decide to go visit my parents in the armpit of California. The city I speak of is Hemet. If no one knows where that is it’s in the middle of the deserts. It’s wear our old people go to die. Well while there, my father goes into the story about how he use to work at the playboy mansion. Yes you heard me right my dad use to work at the Playboy Mansion. Oh man the stories that he came up with just flipped my lid. As a matter of fact my fiancé even saying wow. But to end the day she tells me “Oh it all makes sense now. You are just like your Father.” I would have tried to deny it but I can’t. LOL what can I really say that would have made her wrong?
For some reason I can be an ass. I know this I try not to be but I can’t help it sometimes. To this end I tend to stick my foot in my mouth more than not. My birthday was Monday, 4/20. Yes I know all the jokes but we will move on. My honey says we are meeting a couple of her friends at Dave and busters. But since we were fighting over something stupid I was a bit of a jerk. Come to find out she had something planned for me. She had invited my friends for a birthday party. A surprise birthday party. I had no idea of what to say. I know I should be mad at you for the shyt we were fighting over. But when you do something like this I can’t be mad anymore. And on top of all that you are planning on getting me drunker than a skunk on bad fruit? What the hell is wrong with me? Damn I am one lucky ass monkey that is for sure. `