At my father's, father's funeral all of my father's exes were in attendance. His first wife (my brother's mother), his second wife (I call her Tammy), his third wife missed the party, but in her stead was a roommate/girlfriend of my dad's from when I was a kid, his forth wife, and the new girlfriend.
You do not know uncomfortable. I was sitting at the dad bashing table. Long story short I had to double fist. I was really doing good with my two drink limit, but sometimes there is nothing that takes the edge off except one too many beers. Consequently, I feel like shit today. Sometimes there is nothing that fixes one too many beers like a cheeseburger and fries and 10 am.
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