Hadn't noticed you around here in a few days, tell me you didn't wake up again this morning ass up in a ditch with your pants around your ankles?
Funny you should mention it.
In college my very first football game that went to a like a party before the tailgate, and then the tail game hanging out w a huge group of friends, which resulted in some of us chugging Jim Beam, bubbles if youve ever played it. Things got fuzzy. I won bubbles convincingly but never made it into the game. My best friend in HS said he last say me snoozing by fence under a tree.
I woke up in a sorority house. Great gals. Bussed at that house occasionally for a few years. Dream job really. Worked at a college bar too, at 19. Thingd were different then, and knew most of the girls from there. Another dream job because it was one of the two or three bars I would have been hanging out in any way they were paying me instead of me paying them.
But no, never in a ditch, found by Corch, no doubt. Corch is the Patron Saint of Ditch Drunks.