Well hell it’s Saturday night… let’s all have a glass of spumanti and get jiggy wit it anyway cause I’m gettin drunk on cheap champagne and I don’t care know whos it!!!
And I promise not to bring this up again on my actual 900th post.
Ooh, Ooh, Ooh! Pick me! Pick me! I need something to get my mind off this quitting smoking thing. And it was you who recommended sex as a reward, so it’s only fair that you be the one to provide it, right?
Ummm, aha, aren’t you the one who offered a quickie trip to Cancun the last time you tied into a bottle of bubbly? I never did get the sordid details–or manage to hijack the ticket–but IIRC it involved something about auctioning off Mrs. aha to Dr. Watson.
Dear aha, really, really, you need to switch beverages. Though on second thought, have some Long Island Iced tea, and just sign on that itty-bitty dotted line…yes, it’s the deed to your house…