I finally got Tiger drunk. Until the other night, the most he's ever had with me is two drinks and maybe a sip of mine. After one drink he declares,
"I'm drunk!"
"No. Maybe you're buzzed. You're not drunk."
This happens every week.
"I'm drunk!"
"No. You're not."
Then Sunday night we had a really good time and he had eight drinks. We stumble home. He declares,
"I'm seeing double and I think I'm going to puke."
"You're drunk!" And I want pizza.
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