After Stan screws with my memory, I’m pretty sure I was with a few dozen men (and kind of with Haley too?) But, I can’t remember all the damn details… so it doesn’t count. Right?
So the last week has been pretty hectic. Stan ran for, won (with some help from yours truly), and resigned his post as Deacon of our church. And I am pretty sure I ruined someone’s life in the process, but that’s ok. That smug bitch and her family had it coming. But I had a lot of fun doing it!
I am not sure if I should be pissed or not. I mean, I planned on fucking him at some point, but still, it’s the principle of the matter, ya know?
Sure, getting us exiled to Saudi Arabia was partially my fault for not babysitting Stan, but I had things to do. Besides, who says Arabs are sexually repressed?