This is similar to how I met my wife. I fell down drunk in a bar one night and a friend wrote in Sharpee on my forehead, "Who wants to take this home?"
My wife, who has excellent taste but sometimes poor judgement, dragged me back to her apartment. I woke up from a pretty good drunk three months later and we were married.
That is funny stuff. I am getting a good laugh that I seriously need. Thank you.
"...My wife, who has excellent taste but sometimes poor judgement, dragged me back to her apartment. I woke up from a pretty good drunk three months later and we were married."
It took you THREE MONTHS to wake up from a "PRETTY GOOD DRUNK"?
Damn! I would hate to see you REALLY tie one on!
Carry On, Marine!