Double Flee A

Last night the wife and I went to the theater and watched some advertisements, followed by X-Men 3. At one point, she leaned over for some sugar (who can blame her? man-beauty flows from me.) and I had to deny her. There is a time for smooching, and there is a time for exploding cars, and the two are separate.

I discovered that Grand Marnier makes the margarita, so in order to take advantage of my resourcefulness I have resolved to drag a flask of it to the tequila bar if and when I go, to transform the middling into the great, like the broke-ass I am.

posted by dale @ 7:50 AM