And I continue to serve as an uncompensated Monkey 47 ambassador.
I hear the bartender tell some woman on the other side of the bar: ‘The gentleman down there is drinking Monkey 47. With a twist.’ They both order the same.
(Might not have told you this joint started ordering more of the stuff on account of me haha.)
I’m liking the women down the bar. When asked if they want another round, the zaftig blonde who looks like she summers in Edgartown says: ‘We’re toast.’
I have a weakness for blondes who vibe like they might’ve prepped at nearby schools in my era haha. Furtive glances to see what if there’s a wedding ring haha.
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