Sloshed

It was early one spring a few years ago when my cousin Jerry came down for a visit from the big city. He was very anxious to teach me his tricks and techniques for meeting girls. After a week of planning on his part over what to wear and where to go Friday finally came. He spent the whole evening getting ready: showering, shaving, putting on his favorite cologne, pressing his pants and cleaning his shoes. When he finished he looked like somebody from 'Saturday Night Fever'. I just sat around having a few cold ones watching him and rolling my eyes. About five minutes before we were leaving I put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and off we went to catch the bus. Since it was springtime the streets were full of slush and water. About half way to the bus stop a car came along and splashed Jerry with a shower of water and dirty half-melted snow. He was dripping from head to toe and his clothes were covered with big spots of wet dirt. I thought I would have to be hospitalized. I never laughed so hard in my life. I was literally curled up in a heap on the sidewalk laughing. Jerry just stood there looking at me without saying a word. When I recovered we re-considered our options and went back home and sat around in our underwear drinking the souvenir booze Jerry planned on taking back with him. It wasn't too long before we were both sloshed - me for the first time and Jerry for the second time.

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