My day started with me recapping the awesome House episode for my boss, who skipped our weekly "text while watching" session to watch the Yankees last night. After we got through the episode & cliffhanger ending he said, "This is going to sound strange, but I was laying in bed last ngiht & realized that you're not going to be here anymore."
The day ended with a discussion of a going away party, which means a drunken night out. A coworker offered her son as a designated driver. He's more than happy to safely ferry everyone around the town & home at the end of the night...but on one condition.
Whenever we make a pit-stop at a non bar location (gas station, diner, etc.) we can only speak pirate.
How much fun would that be?!?!?!? After much pondering, this little gem was born:
AARRGGHHHH, matey! I'll be needin' some Mentos. I've got scurvey on me breath.
I can't wait!