one-beer plan

halfway through my Second And Final Beer the bartender gave the mouthy married women from mississippi free shots to shut them the fuck up about pigeons and such. with a conspiratorial nod he then gave one to me and the couple next to me. which of course got me protestingly drunk. to which the guy next to me alluded to:

Two hours and an unforeseen buyback later, the early-to-bed plan Flemming had established at the beginning of the evening was in serious jeopardy.

takes a big man to realize hes been parodied for five years. and im a big fucking man.