<div> I was woken up last night by my wife. She was doing the laundry and found a cupcake wrapper in the washing machine.
She has a job in which she works the grave yard shift and it's one of those jobs (nurse) where she cannot leave, so all the girls she works with have men who claim to be diabetic but really aren't. And they have spent the better part of the last year trying to convince her I am not diabetic.
Now I swear on a stack of bibles that the wrapper is not mine. I have never touched a non sugar free cupcake since we've been together. The only thing I can figure is the wrapper belonged to HD6 and he put in my pocket at the JSU tailgate. That fat bastard.
But what am I suppose to do?!? She told me flat out doesn't believe me. Every woman that I know and trust who I have told the story to says they'd think the exact same thing, in fact most of them say they think I ate a damn cupcake with sugar.
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She has a job in which she works the grave yard shift and it's one of those jobs (nurse) where she cannot leave, so all the girls she works with have men who claim to be diabetic but really aren't. And they have spent the better part of the last year trying to convince her I am not diabetic.
Now I swear on a stack of bibles that the wrapper is not mine. I have never touched a non sugar free cupcake since we've been together. The only thing I can figure is the wrapper belonged to HD6 and he put in my pocket at the JSU tailgate. That fat bastard.
But what am I suppose to do?!? She told me flat out doesn't believe me. Every woman that I know and trust who I have told the story to says they'd think the exact same thing, in fact most of them say they think I ate a damn cupcake with sugar.
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