Keep your eyes on this space over the next few weeks for the new guest blogger!This is the story of a wager.
In a restaurant this Friday, a group of us waited a very long time for our meals. My friend Paul joked that the food would be out in four minutes. I had no faith in the kitchen, so I asked if he wanted to bet. A wager was negotiated and placed. The time was raised to seven minutes. If all the meals from our party were on the table within seven minutes of the wager, Paul would win. If not, I would win.
Loser has to go to, and write a review of... Sex in the City 2, which we just discovered is a brain-melting 147 minutes. It was really down to the wire, but let's just say, keep your eyes on this space for Paul's review. In the meantime, feel free to enjoy this Sex in the City PhotoShop disaster.
Special thanks to Gabe for having ordered a very fancy salad.
1 comment:
Couldn't you have just bet castration? Seems less painful than this! Oh man! 147 minutes???!!! Of course the bits I've seen look like comedy genius-- if your idea of funny is IT'S PAT!
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