Friday, March 21, 2003
I'd keep walking if I was you, hombre--the ladies are drinking straight tequila tonight, if you hadn't noticed, and that means that they've already heard your story. No lime, no salt, just a glassful of mean before they hit the drag. Find themselves a preacherman just come into town, make him think twice about the good creatures on God's green earth, or maybe just round up the local football team for a scrimmage... I shudder to think of it. No sir, they're drinking straight tequila, and you'll be all the better for it if you just call it a night now. They say there's only one way into those girls' hearts, on a night like this, and that's on wheels.