Dear Dummy:

Dear Dummy:

When are you going to realize that I am smarter than you?

Please don't give me that crap that you've only had 3 beers. Much like a man multiplies by 3 the number of men his new girlfriend says she slept with before him, I multiply by 3 the number of drinks you tell me you have had, and more often than not, I come up with the ACTUAL number.

I am not a nag, I really don't care (too much) how much you drink; I only care if it affects me in some way (like if you try to have sex with me after puking), SO WHY LIE?

It's probably that damned Y chromosome acting up again.....You lie because you can.

Love you!
ME