I may have had the PESO for two years? Help me, girls, to remember how long it’s been since a weekend in Mexico had a group of six women tossing around a peso every time a bad joke escaped our lips. Wait, were they “bad” jokes or merely tasteless? (I can’t remember that either). I do remember they were darn clever and I had the last one of the weekend so I got to keep the peso.
Well, last night I brought the peso to the party in my back pocket, and I willingly gave it up to the better pool players. Just before the stroke of midnight, the new recipient sunk exactly the right ball to deserve peso ownership.
Way to get behind that eight-ball, Beav. Love ya! Now take care of our precious peso. It’s worth a hellofa lot!