South Florida's lawless exotic rental car industry keeps rolling.
In Texas, restitution for victims is nothing but a state-sanctioned sham.
If you thought Seattle couldn't fetishize coffee any more, you haven't been to a "cupping" yet.
"We can go whinever," said Mugwump, sensing my ill ease, I suppose. My friends protested, called me a fuddy-duddy, and hopped up to get more beer. Just then Loudest, Best Dressed, and Most Likely to Suck Ten Cocks in One Night barreled in and joined their friends in the back.
"Next time you get to choose where we go," my girlfriend said, returning with my drink. I remembered that I always let her choose. In fact, I prefer it, so I better shut up and enjoy the company. Or not.
"Yeah I giss I'm gonna go," I said, yawning and stretching to show marked tiredness due to my long, stressful day that had nothing to do with how lame the Marina was.
"But this place is the bist!" I added on my way out. My friend gave me a look that said, "You don't fool me, but I love you anyway." I decided to vote her Most Huggable. Awww.