How To Start a Fight
My wife and I were sitting at our table at her high school reunion.
She kept staring at a drunken man swigging his drink all alone.
I asked my wife, "Do you know him?"
She sighed, "Yes, he's my old boyfriend.
I understand he took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago,
and I hear that he hasn't ever since then seen one day sober."
"My God!" I said looking at him drunk all alone,
"Who would think that a person could celebrate for so long?"
..and then the fight started. I'll be out of the hospital soon.
Copyright © Billy Thekidster | Year Posted 2011
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