Chick comes up to the bar, she’s um…how do I say this? Well…let’s just say she could kick your ass. She says, can I just get a cranberry juice right now? I say, sure, grab a cup, start gunning. She says, don’t worry, I’m going to be drinking Jäger and Red Bull later on. I’m planning on wrecking the toilet when I get home.
I found myself saying to her, TMI…TMI.
Which is a rare occurrence, like finding a dinosaur clavicle in your backyard.