Teresa Strasser

There's usually alcoholic and gambler, and he liked the ladies kind of thing.

Yeah, it's all chronicled in the song Papa Was Rolling Stone.

Yeah.

Now I got to move my vodka.

Thanks a lot, bitch.

Wait, I got a better idea.

Let's just actually fill the toilet tank with vodka.

Oh, wait a second.

I'll just put a crazy straw on the end of it.

What a shift.

Yeah.

How about disappointment?

But get a doggy Vicodin bag, right?

I know because I couldn't – first off, I couldn't – I just couldn't stand them tossing or holding back or getting rid of something that I may have paid for especially but also something I might enjoy on a Friday night.

Speaking of the doggy bag, I know this topic has come up before, but speaking of the doggy bag, I went out to Morton's, one of my favorite steakhouses, on Friday night.

couple things.

Did not finish, but I can't stand throwing away chow.

I just can't stand it.

And I always say with the doggy bag thing, everything on the plate.

They do that thing where they go, sir, would you like me to take the rest of that steak?