As I sit here in a martini bar in San Antonio after the wedding having dinner alone, by design, I see this post of yours John and laugh out loud inside this nice restaurant. Everyone is staring... And not their usual stares. Instead it's of disdain as if I was plastered out of my mind and laughing at my phone hysterically. They may also be questioning my snazzy shirt and tie. If I do say so my self I look absolutely smashing. Sadly it's so ****** hot that I've been sweating my ***** off while I was in a British pub where all the waitresses where wearing their pajamas and looking mighty HOT. Anyway a couple Irish Car
Bombs later I'm here talking to you and I've totally forgotten what the **** I was going on about.