oh there is no doubt about it, that bitch is bat shit crazy. Last time I was at her place was thanksgiving I think. At first it was me and another former coworker and I made herb brownies for us. Tigols was close to drunk when I got there but proceeded to get wasted.
She kept trying to convince me to ride with her to the house her dad used to own to remmove some shit from the brick wall outside cause she liked it and didnt want him to sell it with the house. Because I knew saying no would result in a long discussion about "why dont you want to help me?", I humored her and asked what tools she has. "theyre in the closet" she says.
this bitch had a random collection of flatheads and assorted fasteners. I told her that none of her tools were adequate for removing something from a brick wall and she was legitimately sad about it.
She then proceeded to ask me repeatedly for the rest of the night if I would ride with her to her dads house to remove the same dam whatever-the-fuck.
Solution: she cant ask dumb questions with a wang in her mouth