When attempting to hook up with a longtime crush, you imbibe some liquid courage... just a little too much. Upon reaching the promised land (her bed), you immediately pass out and urinate all over her sheets while she graciously sleeps next to your pathetic drunken carcass. In the morning, when your crime is discovered you blame her... and have never speak to one another again.
Jesus Christ! That motherfucker Lionel pulled a Moist Diane on me last night after I bought all of his drinks... so I told him to lose my number.
by GrundleStiltskin69 November 24, 2019