Badd Motherfucker
β Scribed by Jasinda Wilder
- Publisher
- Jasinda Wilder
- Year
- 2016
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 148 KB
- Category
- Fiction
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
Your wedding day is supposed to be the happiest day of your life, right? That's what they say, at least. I went into that day hoping I'd get the happiest day of my life. What I got? The worst. I mean, you really can't get any worse of a day without someone actually dying.
So...I may have gotten just a little drunk, and maybe just a tad impetuous...
And landed myself in a dive bar somewhere in Alaska, alone, still in my wedding dress, half-wasted and heart-broken.
***
Eight brothers, one bar.
Sounds like the beginning to a bad joke, yeah?
I kinda think so.
Wanna hear another joke? A girl walks into a bar, soaking wet and wearing a wedding dress.
I knew I shouldn't have touched her. She was hammered, for one thing, and heartbroken for another. I've chased enough tail to know better. That kinda thing only leads to clinginess, and a clingy female is the last thing on this earth I need.
I got a bar needs running, and...
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