Last night, at Crocodile Lounge: a bunch of drunk people announced that Ian looks like Eli Manning, remarked that I do not look like Eli Manning's wife, concluded that I must therefore be his mistress, and then made a joke about Tiger Woods.
I love Crocodile Lounge (free pizza!), but if I were Eli Manning's mistress, I'd expect to be taken somewhere a little fancier. Maybe even someplace without a skee ball machine.
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