Being that my colleagues and I are in the business of saying things, what we say is important. As we reviewed last night’s soundbytes one of my colleagues commented, “Clearly, we were just being folksy.” A few minutes later, the whiskey, and the folksy, was back.
We’ve gotta kept drinking or we’re doomed.
It’s our only way out of this situation.
I’ve been ejected from nicer hotels than this.
I did not have to fart on anybody’s face and I was winning.
Why would someone take a second wife? So I can have one more person make me feel guilty?
Whiskey: what does R&R stand for?
Rich & Rare.
I thought it stood for Rape & Relaxation.
Pick a condiment you had as a kid for your porn norm. Fry Sauce.
If you wanna get sauced I’ll walk to the Trampton tonight.
I have a lack of mobility in my legs and it has nothing to do with alcohol.
If you could feel what’s going on in my legs right now.
My thighs say no but my eyes and heart say yes.
I’ve never been put in handcuffs in any other state.
Am I the first known person who self-roofied?
Give me the Eccles special.
What is that?
Lack of empathy and a heavy pour.
This is Maria.
Marisa.
Nice job misinformation officer.
If you have a mistress and sister wives is she a sistress? No, she’s a cyst.
My eyes look empty and my ass looks tight. Put that in your notes.
My face just buzzed.
Bury me behind the tramp stamp.
I peed a little bit when you said that.
I don’t need your respect, I need your trust.
My eye is openish.
I don’t like to mix business with pleasure.
But do you like to mix business with leather?
I wanna body slam your choices. What is that?
Perhaps you want to put that in your book of remembrance.
Are you a grandmother? Do you have grandkids?