It's 1 A.M.
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You're drunk.
You're in a bar full of drunks, several of whom are helping you sing along with the band, into your cell phone, at the top of their lungs.
You are singing to someone who, 5 minutes ago, was blissfully dreaming of a lovely, quiet, isolated paradise, probably including a beach, blue water, and nubile, willing beauties of the sex of their choice.
And yet, this is going to turn out to be the single most important phone call you are going to make tonight.
Because an hour from now you are going to be calling this same person, looking for bail money.
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This happened to YOU? You sound like you speak from experience. Which one were you - the singer or the bail money?
Oh shit, did my cell phone call you last Saturday night? Because it does that. All by itself. For real.
I have a bail fund for this situation. I just have to make one phone call and poof! I'm out of jail.
CruiserMel speaks the truth...
Her cell phone has a mind of it's own...
...when it calls me for bail money, I know to tell it to PHONE HOME! LOL
Mel - funny thing. I posted this BEFORE reading about your Philly trip. (I'm very jealous, btw)
Mist- Poof? You don't by any chance, float? Do you?
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