Saturday, I left our local shithole and it's sticky load bearing carpet with an open beverage bound for home (so sly). Upon departure the bar back caught me, thought I was busted, but he just wanted me to make sure your old white wobbly hair got home ok. I lied and said I had something more important at home. At 2 AM. It was SNL with Scarlett Johansson. Show sucked.
I love St Johns.