Rumor has it I’ll shoot off my mouth at a party full of “business associates” (i.e., guys I’ve screwed out of money) and their wives (who I’ve simply screwed.)
I expect to get my sorry ass murdered.
Fortunately there will be a top notch detective there (who will also look a lot like me) to solve the case.
Let us pray that my improv-fu is strong today!
Meanwhile it’s a cold & icky day here sitting in the RDU lot on yet another run to pick up incoming in-laws:
Wish me luck with that whole “getting murdered for being a flaming asshole” thing!!