This one’s for my brother John, who’s getting married later this year:
“Every wedding is a train wreck, the only question is how many casualties there’ll be.”
Prove it wrong, John!
This one’s for my brother John, who’s getting married later this year:
“Every wedding is a train wreck, the only question is how many casualties there’ll be.”
Prove it wrong, John!
We weren’t there for this NYE party, but our close friend was, and this story is too good not to record.
Among the guests was a certain reasonably famous musician, just a leeettle bit drunk. She leans over to a man in the hotel suite, about whose identity my friend has been wondering, and says “Hi, we haven’t been introduced, I’m <rock star’s name>.“
“I know. I’m your manager.”
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