What was the sticky situation and how did you get out of it?

Or did you?

206-803 rock.

Hello, Sean.

Welcome to the men's room.

Hola, bitch, olas.

Ola.

Anyway, a sticky situation about two months ago, me and the boys are heading up to a Mariners game

and we're driving up from gig harbour

we're like halfway there we're passed around a bottle of jamo having a good old time and uh i

get a a screenshot text message from my old lady uh with the picture of underwear um on the bed

she's doing laundry and she's like who the hell are these? So these are not mine,

blah, blah, blah. And for the life of me, I could not come up with a good answer.

Did you know the answer? What's that? Did you know the answer?

I did not know the answer. Okay. Well, that's why you couldn't come up with a good answer.

That almost makes it worse.

Right.

Oh, right?

No, totally.

No lie, like coming to mine, and I wasn't being shade or anything. So I'm just sweating bullets on the way to the game, kind of ruined the mood with all the guys in the car. Anyway, long story short, the weekend prior, my son was house sitting for me, and him and his girlfriend

were getting busy at my house, and she left her undies there.

And anyway, my son kind of bailed me out of a hot, hot situation.

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