Drunken Dough Dippin

I'm not one to kiss and tell, but let's say me and this chick were trying to bake cookies last night. We're in her room, both drunk, trying to put the cookie dough in the oven. But we'er both drunk. So the dough's not right, its all limp and shit. But a minute ago it was looking fine. But we dont have enough time to fix it. We're in a rush cuz our friends are in the living room eating. They dont know we're making cookies and we dont want them to find out. But they'er my ride home and they're probably gonna bounce soon so we have to bake them quick. So we decide to put it in the oven anyway. But we gotta cover it. The rooms dark and we're trying to be discreet so I pull out a sheet to cover the cookie with but I couldn't see and it was dark so it didn't cover it right and I think it was on backwards. Anyway the dough is still not right, but the girl is all like "come on, stick it in the oven". Who am I to argue with her. So I try to slide in but I can only get the top of the tray in. Son of a bitch. The tray is bending, it's not hard enough. So I try to work it but I already covered it and I can't feel shit. FUck. So I take another stab at it. I figure Ill shove whatever I can in there and maybe itll shape up. So I'm trying to pump it in the oven but it still aint working. What the fuck? This isnt happening. I'm thinking maybe I need to turn the oven around and that will fix my problem. But I'm like fuck it, not enough time. So I cram my fingers in the oven instead. And I jamming in their and she lovin it. And the rooms dark and I'm drunk. So I see some shit that might not be their. I think they're was some shit in the oven already. Like a cooked ham or roll of toilet paper or a tampon. FUCK if I know, I ignore it. Hopefullly I was just seeing things. My fingers came out okay so thats all that matters. Anway shes lovin it. And shes loud. Loud enough for my friends in the living room to hear. The girl outside is like"Oh, my god I dont want to be here" Shit they know we'er baking cookies. Covers blown. I only got the top of the tray in. I didnt get to BAKE! DAMN it ! I jammed that shit in their good for her too. I could of been greedy and try to get mine. But I was like fuck, at least her ovens working. But it was a waste of a cooking sheet. Fuck those things are expensive man. HAd to dump it in her trash. Walking out her room was awkward. I had to play it off like we weren't baking, but it was damn obvious we were. So we bounced and i didnt get her number. What the fuck would I want that for? I bake and leave baby. My 2 friends drove me home and I sat in the back giggling to myself. every once in a while a would make a goofy fuck face to my guy friend through the rear veiw mirror. I think the only one that had a problem with us making cookies was the girl friend. Because shes a girl and having problems is what girls do. Anyhoo my 2 friends work with this chick. And they work with a bunch of other people that saw us together early that night. So they'll probably run their mouths and rag on her that we did the cookie thing. Sucks for her. Personally I dont give a fuck. I only got the tray half way in anyway.