My turn
Two drunks were sitting on a street corner wondering if they should
buy a beer with their last dollar. One of the drunks suggested that
they buy a hotdog. The other started bitching, complaining that he
couldn't drink a hotdog. The other drunk told him his idea.
"What we do is buy a hotdog, go into a bar, and order two drinks.
After we drink our beers you drop down to your knees, and I'll unzip
my pants and pull out the hotdog so you can suck on it. The bartender
will throw us out thinking we're queers."
The other drunk thought this was a great idea, so they bought a
hotdog. They went into the first bar, ordered their drinks, and drank
them quickly. Then the drunk dropped to his knees and started to suck
the hotdog. Sure enough, the bartender kicked them out thinking they
were queer.
They hit about ten or fifteen bars when the first drunk started to
complain about his knees hurting. He asked if in the next bar the
other drunk would do the dirty work. The second drunk said, "I'd
rather not. I lost the hotdog after about the fifth bar."
he sounds different and had trouble with words but it was nice to talk to him.
But yeah, the baby is sleeping better, crying less. It's awesome. She still freaks out a lot, but not like she was. 12 hours a day is down to maybe 2 or so.
