Tuesday November 8, 2005
Four Women and a Table

Tonight after a meeting at the College, 3 girlfriends and I headed to a great pasta place for dinner.

I told them "The Bucket Story" (I'll save that for another time) plus a couple more whoppers.  One woman had never had the pleasure of hanging around me for any great length of time, so I really should have eased into my storytelling abilities instead of jumping in full force. Poor gal.

Anyway, I was telling them about this guy who I have dubbed "the asshole" (not nice I know, but it's fitting). Then I corrected myself because assholes can be cleaned--people take showers. So I clarified and said "No, he's an asswipe, because the asswipe stays dirty, think about it."

Then one of my gal pals said she'd like to see me under the influence of a six pack of beer.  We all giggled well, like girls at that then I had to confess. I told them that I certainly didn't need to be drunk to loosen my inhibitions, or my tongue, any further (shut up Roy). My tongue already has a permanent hinge in it.

Now why did that not surprise them?