Tom vs. Whiskey

[ehowton]

No one asked; no one wants to know.

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Later, we put him in the truck and told him not to leave the vehicle.

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This is where he spent most of Saturday night. Including a trip down the highway.
At one point enroute, he did look up, and his expression seemed to ask, Who am I?

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The next morning, I force a Bad Girl Power Drink down him.

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By the time we get to the airport, he looks as if he were rode hard and put away wet.

Comments

[schpydurx.livejournal.com]

I offered to gather those for you, but Eric would not let me on the pretense of time wasted and then the fucker forgot his glasses at the house we went back to and tried to blame this on me. So we could have visited for quite a bit more time had he kept his wits about him. Sad, really.