I’m sure I’ll see those Pasadena martinis.
The usual ratio of martini dollars given to the McCain-McCann Gin Trust Fund versus martini dollars that find their way into my thirsty espophagus (and rapidly decaying liver) is usually 3-4:1.
Better send me the money directly; it’s safer that way.
Stacy means well; it’s just that when the tab comes ’round he can never seem to find his wallet…
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Think of it as rehab, Joy. I lure you to some distant locale with promises of booze, but when you get there, you only drink 1/3 of your usual intake, because you know that when the check comes, I’ll be gone like the breeze.
Except that in this case that distant locale is maybe eight minutes away.