Okay. OKAY. I've had two forties. Eighty ounces of beer. Yes.
Tomorrow Jason's brother graduates from police academy, making him officially A NARC. I joke. I'm very proud of him. SOMEBODY in our family ought to make good. I'm busy trying to figure out how I can fall down realistically and then sue, so you know. Plus, if Kristi is a lawyer and Nick is a cop and Lindsey works in news media, we're covered on all bases, right?
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I wish I'd brought home some forties; then I could say, "I only drank two!" And that would be the truth...Lord knows I need about a hundred and forty right now--damn you appellate brief!
--kristi, suing Wal-Mart in T minus 2.5 years!
I need a "I fell down in Wal-Mart and all I got was this lousy bill from Cooper Green" t-shirt.
I wish I'd brought home TWO forties, instead of just the one. One forty just doesn't seem like enough.
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