My Glass Must Be Broken

[wilomn]

Suddenly I find myself plagued by the same issue. Must have refilled my whiskey glass 3 or 4 times already this fine evening. Oddly, every time I look down it's empty.

It's that little Canukistanian Wench. She flits in like some little butterfly and pretty and bright and soaks up a man's necessary nutrition without him even knowing. Otta be a crime, the way she does. Just goes to show you can't trust any of em.

Note to self, no more trusting lepidopterans, no matter how cute.