February 19 2011 10:47 AM
the one time I went out with my boys, so i hid a half bottle of scotch in the drop cieling in the kitchen of our apartment when we used to live above brickhouse. Hanboe found it and drank it and when I came home a few hours later I found her taking the door lock apart trying to reverse it, trying to lock me out. But what she did was take it apart and put it back the same way it was. I was like what the fuck are you doing? You did it all wrong! I could still get in. Hanboe then crumpled up on the floor right in front of the door in her drunken stupor and fell asleep.