*cries*
This whole time, I've been doing it all wrong!
*wrings-out vodka-soaked tear-towel into a styrofoam cup*
ALL WRONG!!!!!
*guzzles briny vodka*
Agh... it's, it's not you all ya'll you... shit's me.
*looks around*
Okay, who's the ass-face who took my pee towel? Gudamnit, you may be the mayor, Ford, but you're not the bosstofme.
*Eyes an empty room*
Alright. Hmmmph. So, did I ever tell you the story of Bear Gryllz? He makes the best grylled cheese evah! I'm hungry. Where's my cheese towel, ya ingrates!?!
As a slight aside, what constitutes a "serving"? For some, "two servings" is two glasses/shots/drinks/beers. For some others... that's breakfast. No judgement here - I do get the spirit of the thread. It could give solid cover to really boundary-straining thoughts, but that's not exactly the intent. Hmmm... let me think on it whilst I wring-out my tomato-garlic towel over some lovely noodles.