Jussa Seconn
“Jussa seconn,” She slurred and held up a finger before she changed the remaining red wine. “Ok, Im ready t' order now. Firzz, 'nuzzer boll uhf wine, pleeeze,” she said when her glass was empty. “Second, Id like the surloin tit..tip, medium rare.” Ever the professional, the waiter simply asked, “And your sides?” “Corn ann sweed potado.” “And you sir?”, he asked. “The 20oz Ribeye, Medium rare, corn and sweet potato, please,” you promptly answer him. “Ok. I’ll get these right in and get you another bottle of wine,” he says as he leaves. Once he's gone, you say to your girlfriend, “I think your a little drunk, Tits.” She smiles, “I am nod. bud my tiss arr. Prolly why i said tit t' the waiter stedda tip. I neeeda gow t' the basssroom,” she responded. As she stood, quite unsteadily, you ask, “Need any help?” “Nooo, ill be ok,” she said as she started for the ladies room. She’d not made it past you when she started to fall. However she corrected by ...