It never fails in American politics that every few months you will hear about a scandal where one very powerful and well-known man cannot keep his schlitz in his pants. There is always a feeling like, “Yeah, of course you were going to get caught – you went to the SAME hotel and had to have the SAME room with the SAME tiger print sheets for two years.” If you didn’t get caught, I would start to think that you were eloping at a school for the blind.
What sucks, is while Mr. Naughty is ignoring the reality of his life with the flavor of the month, chances are they are not at a school for the blind – they are probably at the bar.
Something happens to people when they are very naughty; they completely forget that there are other people around them. A thick, gray fog penetrates so deeply that to escape for even a moment to ask for a menu or to call for a cab can seem insurmountable. What is unfortunate is that this gray fog (which obviously causes light-headedness and a delirious feeling) does eventually lift and you are left with a hangover that would make a Russian gulag sound like a Caribbean vacation. The truth of cheating on your loved one, putting your job on the line, and making an ass of yourself is a throbbing headache that even two vodka martinis, a bottle of Demerol, and a Swedish massage can’t boot.
Screwed Driver
2 oz vodka
2 oz organic fresh squeezed oj
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