lock, stock, and two fifths of burbon
Last night I went out for a round of drinks with the guys. It was interesting how many people said they would miss me ...considering I hardly knew half of them. Perhaps it's my memory? I have a condition, you see. Alcoholism. Sometimes I forget things - little things like peoples' names. With a condition like mine, you make sure never to forget a face. And how could I forget faces like those! To all the kisses I've snatched and vice versa, salute.