My friend from yesterday texted me today:
"I have decided I can't hang with the younger sales teams."
Me: When did you decide that?
Him: After trying to remove the socks from my teeth.
Me: Alcohol is like that old girlfriend you remember fondly because you blocked out the times she tried to kill you.
No, I didn't. Honest... I ran out of gas. I... I had a flat tire. I didn't have enough money for cab fare. My tux didn't come back from the cleaners. An old friend came in from out of town. Someone stole my car. There was an earthquake. A terrible flood. Locusts! IT WASN'T MY FAULT, I SWEAR TO GOD!
Posted by: AbelUndercity | September 20, 2012 at 09:04 AM
This Comment section needs a Facebook-esque "Like" button.
Posted by: Kana | September 20, 2012 at 09:50 PM