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The Whiskey Ain’t Workin’ Anymore

Stumbled home from T’s last night, er, this morning, to find a voice mail from Mrs. Madrigal waiting for me:


Ladies! For the first time in a long while, I’m too drunk to go down and close the door to the yard. So if you’re around and can do that…well, I’m too drunk and my knees are dead so I’m not going down there! You have a terrible landlady! Bye!


Life with Mrs. Madrigal. Lord knows what she’ll do to celebrate the new year tonight.

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{ 3 } Comments

  1. Courtney | December 31, 2003 at 10:48 am | Permalink

    That Mrs. Madrigal is something else!

    If she calls or knocks on your door tonight, you should turn off all the lights and hide!

  2. M | December 31, 2003 at 10:55 am | Permalink

    Either that, or we can just leave a jug of cheap red wine outside the door to appease her so that she’ll go away…

  3. LD | December 31, 2003 at 6:01 pm | Permalink

    I love your stories about Mrs. Madrigal! What if she secretly blogs and finds this? ha ha.

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