Alcoholics Anonymous chicks are the ultimate amnesiacs. Because once you go, you forget about all the things you did…and one of them is me. Give me that polite hello, but you forget that you blew me in the bathroom. And again, we meet at the bar and you pretend it didn’t happen. And then we end up in my bedroom. Now you’re checking my fridge out for post-bender beers. And I say, “Um…you have to go.”
Now we have a chance meeting in a bar and you’re drinking ice water and lemon, and I’m still drinking an ice cold drafty…and you totally ignore me…how’s the AA working out for you?