Entry three: "There's A Reason Why the QB Shouldn't Drink"
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Kevin hiccuped
loudly as Brittany approached, carrying several more pitchers of Brewski.
I don't know what I see in him, Brittany
thought disgustedly. "Hey Kevvie...I brought you
some more beer!"
"That's *hic* great, babe! Hey, whileyouweregone..."
Kevin began, slurring his words together, "...I made up a song for
you!"
Oh crap. Here it comes... Brittany
sighed.
"DOUGH ... it's, like, the stuff that buys me *hic*
beer!
RAY ... he's that guy that sells me beer!
ME ... the one who drinks the beer!
FAR ... hopefully what I'll never have to travel *hic* to
find some beer!
SO ... I'll have another beer!
LA ... I'll have another beer!
TEA ... no *hic* thanks, I'm drinking beer!
And that will bring us back to DOUGH!"
Brittany decided to tack on extra $40 to Kevvie's
bill, just for making her listen to his singing.