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I have gone out with mr. redbull twice since last weekend. Tuesday night we went to Thai food and then drinks. He brought me a single pink rose when he picked me up for dinner. Sorry girls, nothing scandalous happened after and I have no idea if he's a boxers, briefs, or boxer-briefs sort of guy.
We also went out Saturday night, just for late night drinks. This time, we went to Tacho's where they happen to have karaoke in the bar at night. I did NOT sing! Unlike riding a mechanical bull, I absolutely must be plastered beyond belief to sing in public into a microphone. Two margaritas is not nearly enough to make me sound decent to myself let alone anyone else. And no, I still don't know the boxers/briefs/boxer-briefs answer.

Tacho's fashion commentary:
If you weigh over 300 lbs., you need to be a linebacker for the Duck's, not a fat girl in a Duck's tee's with stretchy denim legging pants. If that wasn't enough, there were three of them. And for the lady in the black tank, "mom jeans" with tapered legs have no rightful place on this earth - next time, just say NO! Lastly, I have not fully endorsed the pants tucked into your boots trend, yet I can see that certain people can pull this look off. Unfortunately, none of them were there this night.