He can't blame that day on any firewater..
It was in the middle of the afternoon and he was stone cold sober .
( And we were laughing so hard..I am surprised that we didn't get kicked out of the place )
This reminds me of a time at Knotts Berry Farm with a friend. We had done the park and dinner and were just snooping around. Across the street from Knotts are a bunch of tourist grabber stores....one of which is a mens clothing store. Nice place...good stuff in there. My friend and I went in and just looked around. She was at one end of the store and I was at the other. She picked up a delicate pink man's dress shirt and held it up and hollered:
"Hey Roger...this is just what you need!" I looked at the shirt and hollered back:
"Real men don't wear pink!" Immediately there were about a dozen eyes burning holes in me and some glaring! I musta hit a nerve with some of the swishy fellows?