I Live For A Living.

Drunk update. Got two hours of sleep.

Last night after B went out with the guys, I went downstairs to hit the slots. Started with $5 and not only did I get that $5 back but I won $40. Stopped and went to the bar. Met up with some natives and got drinks at the Tower. The view was amazing! I felt like such a high roller cause I ended up hanging out with what felt like VIPs to this hotel. The service was excellent. Our wallets were happy cause we were all comped. Amazeballs!

Why am I still up? Foooooood! Waiting on my bf to come back with food.

I get to talking to this guy at the bar about the military cause all the Spartans last night are Army.

Juicehead: I’m in the military too!

Me: Nice, what branch and what’s your MOS?

Juicehead: Marines, stationed at Pendleton.

Me: Cool, cool. What’s your MOS and what unit? I know people at Pendleton.

Juicehead: I don’t have an MOS and I forget my unit since it changes a lot.

Right then and there I wanted to junk punt this asshole.

Me: First of all, thank you for the free drink. Figured I’d be a lady before I go ape shit on your ass. How dare you claim to be military to get pussy!? No MOS? Fuck you and fuck that. You don’t know your unit…excuse me I need to fathom your stupidity. If you’re gonna lie about being in the military do some fucking research. Did you know it is a FEDERAL crime to do what you’re doing now?

Juicehead: Listen princess, I am a Marine. I’m a Lance Corporal. Do you have any idea the rank I have on you?

Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! You’re only a Lancie!?!!!! You’re killing me Smalls. I need to walk away before I break ribs laughing. Oh and if I run into you again, it’ll be no bueno. Now put that dick back in your mouth and continue sucking. Oorah motherfucker!!

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