And every single one of them has been taken down and passed around.
Larry's parents were here all week, and while it didn't SEEM like I was drinking that much at any given time, here I sit, hair dryer on high, trying to do something about this here wet brain.
I somehow managed to obliterate the brain cell that was holding my ATM pin. And the ones that help me pronounce words like coleslaw, tater tots ... and ibuprofen.
Cashier: Ma'am? You need to enter your pin number.
Me: Yeah, on second thought, go ahead and run it as credit.
Just pass the ibrupofen.