Waiter there's a flake in my cereal! (Part 14 - Tap dancing)
Wha-aa-t! did you just say? MY fault?!, I screamed. Better ramp that up to 15 bottles, I decided, eyeing the liquor store ever so fondly. "Well, Camille" (he might get paid big bucks for that voice, but it's really starting to get on my last nerve), "it's not really my fault because you made me fall... Sign in to see full entry.