When Brenda and I attended my High School reunion, she noticed me staring at a woman seated a few tables away, drinking glass after glass of some alcoholic drink. She asked if I knew her. I told her, "That was my girlfriend from back in the day. I understand she started drinking the day we broke up and hasn't been sober since." She remarked, "That's amazing! How can anyone celebrate for that long?"


Two Replies to And Then the Fight Started...

Matthew Preston | September 17, 2021
Oh man, thanks for the laugh this morning!

Scott Hardie | September 22, 2021
That was good. :-)


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