PUNK'D

Well the joke was on me. I got punked like a fat kid at summer camp. Apparently “K” and her friend thought it would be funny. HA, frigging HA I say. I guess the real pregnancy test was for her friend. It just goes to further prove alcohol does significantly impair one’s judgement. I would have never thought her friend would have to be worried about being “knocked up”. She has what I like to call “Natural Birth Control”. The built in kind some are born with. Just plain ugly. I hope that they got a good laugh out of it. HA, HA, HA. It doesn’t matter that I spent all weekend worried, walking about in my robe, drinking like a fish. No, great joke. It did however make me sit down and take stock in myself, my life and list out all of my faults, sins and other unmentionables that would have to go if I was to be a father. The choice was mine. Time to own up and be responsible. Then after completing my list, I sobered up and realized I would rather be dead! So while “K” and her friend are away, laughing it up at my expense, I am sitting here thinking about revenge! Over the next few days I will be plotting a plan to not only get “K” back, but also her beer goggle friend. I am open to any and all suggestions