Thursday, September 22, 2011

(not) your little whiskey girl

the other night at dinner, I asked the server if I could have my check.

he returned with a shot of jack.

I said check. he heard jack.

but since i didn't feel like P. Diddy and wasn't in a position to brush my teeth at the moment, I gave the shot away.

besides. even though beer does make me turn up my nose, i really do enjoy sipping champagne. and wine. and smelling roses.

(ps. if you don't know which songs I am referring to, then we probably aren't friends. just sayin').

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