<snippage of a fairly typical Saturday escapade>
It was good seeing you again Jeff, if only for a short while. You'll be
happy to know that I made it home without too much trouble. Once Guido
and Rocco heard about your glory wagon, the only thing they asked of me
was your address.
I thought I'd throw them off a bit by telling them you like to dress in
feather boas, sequins, and platform shoes. But instead of disgust,
Rocco just had a sly little grin on his face. He was mumbling something
like "it'll remind me of Joliet", and then he kept yelping "PURPLE!!!" -
over and over again. Whatever that means...
Next thing I know, they spot me a twenty for cab fare and I hightail it
outta there. Picked up some MD20/20, went back to the club and found
Bahb - still drooling. Helped him finish the last of the pills and
washed them down with the leftover Mad Dog. Dunno how I got home, but I
awoke the next day to my wife scraping me off the garage floor.
I'll never do that again!!!
Until next year, that is!
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