Predator Press
[LOBO]
“Look,” says Terri. “I think it’s time we had a talk about your drinking.”
“What about it?”
“You wrote the bartender at the wedding a letter of recommendation.”
“Well he clearly deserved it,” I counter, scratching my chin. “Who got married?”
1 comment:
Let's hope for the bartender's sake that when you wrote his letter of recommendation you were so drunk the letter made sense.
Post a Comment