Why is it that people, particularly people who are drunk-dialing late in the evening can’t get the proper phone number, but they always are able to remember yours to hassle you?
Monday, 23, February, 2009
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Comment by Brigid — Monday, 23, February, 2009 @ 20:34 |
It’s not so easy to prevent drunk dialing when you’re in the room with the drunk, either. A “friend” (relative) got plowed at my apartment and wanted to call her boyfriend, who just happened to be the son of our minister. It was after midnight and I found out just how strong she really was, but she didn’t make the call!
Comment by Denise — Tuesday, 24, February, 2009 @ 02:55 |
I’m sorry — it was all those Harvey Wallbangers.
TO be fair, the strippers down at Big Bob’s Booby Trap goaded me in to it, and they said they miss you.
Comment by crankylitprof — Friday, 27, February, 2009 @ 08:23 |
I’m sorry — it was those damn Harvey Wallbangers.
To be perfectly fair, the strippers at Big Bob’s Booby Trap goaded me in to it. They said they miss you.
Comment by crankylitprof — Friday, 27, February, 2009 @ 08:24 |
There are times where I don’t have to say anything…
Comment by williamthecoroner — Friday, 27, February, 2009 @ 08:50