I had a disappointing fish taco last night. Nope, that's not a euphemism for mediocre sex.
I really ordered, received and was subsequently disappointed by a fish taco appetizer last night.
I sent it back, they took it off the bill.
Yup. Me too.
So you see, that is the quality writing you're going to get from me for the next day or two- I've got a buttload of work to get caught up on by Monday.
I'm going into the non-witness protection program until Friday.
My new name is Mavis "Crystal" Methberg. I'm moving to Guam.
Oops, I probably shouldn't have told you that. Don't tell anyone else, o.k?
Until then, I leave you with a sweet piece of Elvis booty from the permanent collection:
You say you DON'T have a solid gold (plated) Elvis decanter that plays "My Way" sitting in your dining room?
Geez- I thought everyone had one of these.
See you Friday, my little sweet cherry pies.