Oh. My. God.
My wife walks into my cave. Sober.
Big mistake. I'm in my cups. She asks
a simple question. I think I answer,
but apparently all I do is sluuuur.
She calls 911 thinking I'm having a
stroke. I try to assure her I'm fine.
All she hears is "guark, moda tempa".
Fleck. We're going to look like morons.