‘let’s go drinking. I’ll make you the best margarita you’ve ever had — 100% wormshit free!’ Promises from the daughter of the groom. Who had nothing to do with those handcuffs. Or the K-Y.
Indiana toll road, traffic completely blocked in both directions, and I can see nothing as to what happened. I was making good time before this! Oh well, at least I have my ipod.
