I stumbled into the bathroom and took care of business, and as I washed my hands I noticed myself was still wearing the Dorothy outfit. For those of you who have forgotten or tried to block it out, here is a reminder.
In my drunkenness, I began to get a little excited about how nice myself looked. I was saying all the right things to myself like how I never met anyone quite as beautiful as myself. I even used a terrible pickup line -- myself must be wearing space pants because myself's ass looks out of this world.
Myself blushed a little bit, but I was quickly reminded by myself that I needed to get back to bed. But I knew myself better than that and I was ready to make some magic happen with myself.
And just as quickly as I seduced myself, I was gone.
Oh I promised myself that I would call, and I did. But now all I hear about is me, myself and I.
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