Jameson + Hypnotic + Loose Morals = Fun Weekends

So I’m putting together a new section to my blog called the THOT adventures. No, that doesn’t sound right. Mikey Lately’s Thot Adventures. Okay so I can’t use the word THOT even though I freaking love using/calling people thots. For example you’re a thot, she looks like a thot, Thotparade, Thotty Town, or Thotlicious. But that might have to be whole different section. I might call it THOT of the week. This time I want to put together a weekly adventure guide about my adventures during the weekend simply called The Lifetimes of Mikey Lately. So this week I’m going to talk to y’all about how I decide to take shots of Jameson (whisky for y’all who don’t know) and chase it down with Hypnotic (-_-). So lets get into the story right now…

   So last Saturday I wanted to be clatchet (classy + ratchet) , but more classy than ratchet if you know what I mean. But I was neither. I was a drunk hot ass mess. Better yet a sloppy mess, but not like my sisters birthday. I’ll have to tell y’all that story another time. So I took three  shots of Jameson and chased it with Hypnotic and did I mention I didn’t eat anything. No bueno. So by the third shot I was done and just blabbing about anything and everything. And that’s not it. I go to the BAR and get another drink and keep spilling on myself (-_-). And you think I would of stopped drinking but I didn’t. I heard my imaginary girlfriend/friend/wife/best friend/ partner in crime Rihanna  playing and I thought WWRD (what would Rihanna do?). And I got another drink and the rest night was easy sailing. And what I mean by easy sailing, blurry vision, weak bladder, bumping into people, and so much drunk mess actions.

   I woke up the next morning asking myself “How The Hell Did I Get Here? Oh Baby”, but I wasn’t Drunk In Love. I was Drunk and Hungover. And let me just tell you that’s not good. So that was last weekend. Stay tune for more of my thotty adventures.