It's Raining, It's Pouring

And I'm going out whoring.

Well, I'm gonna go drink some beer anyway. There are three possible outcomes to this evening:

1. Nothing is going on, I get bored and come home within 2 hours.

2. Things go well, I get really drunk, and treat you all to a drunk-post.

3. Things go great, and I don't even make it home until at least noon tomorrow.

If I were a betting man (which I am) I'd place my money on options 1 or 2. Option 3 would be guaranteed if I wanted to go home with someone manlier than me.