At lunch yesterday, a few of us went to a local eatery to spend time and catch up.
During our conversation we were talking about a recent work funded night out at a local nightclub
*cough* Hakkasan nightclub at MGM Grand *cough*
Anyway, one of our party was telling us how much she had drunk that night, concluding her tale with my favourite sentence of 2016 so far:
“I was forced to double fist.”
She meant this…
But the action of half choking on my drink, gasping for air and laughing like a busted lawnmower, indicated to her that maybe…just maybe…I thought she meant something else.
I had to share this, it was two good to pass up.
Stuff like this doesn’t just make my day, it makes my hole weak.
 not typos.