Twitarded is goin' threesome (Don't tell Mini-E. Or DH. Um, or ML, for that matter).
We knew this day was coming and we thought we were prepared. You know, some hors d'oeuvres, a bottle of wine to take the edge off of the introductions--we were golden!
And then he showed up.
When I finally wrestled her away from him (trust me, you don't want to see the pictures. They were bloody. Jasper would have gone apeshit if he were here), I offered to make FSE another cocktail, since he sucked down the first one like a champ.
Me, being the ever-loving camera whore, begged FSE to snap a quick pic of us before STY realized we were gone.
And then it happened. Mother fucker. Nature can be such a bitch sometimes...