Friday, Sept. 27, 2002
Dear Diary:

I'm the bartender for the next few days at Twelve Per Cent Beer a dubious establishment full of people young enough to be my children who have a disturbing fascination with bodily fluids.

I can feel your envy from here.

I know, I know, you're wondering how I talked Flaming Moe into handing over the barkeep's position while he's off in Nova Scotia trying to add more bridesmaids' pictures to his burgeoning collection.

(And please, don't laugh at him because pictures of women in unfortunate dresses turn his crank. I think we're all adult enough here to realize that We All Have Our Needs.)

Now where was I? Oh yes, my ruthless ascent to power.

Well, basically, I whined.

Yes, I pestered him until he promised that the next time he had to go get fresh, new bridesmaids' pictures because the old pictures just weren't um, er, ah raising Little Moe's interest like they used to, then I could be barkeep.

And now that day has come.

I am giddy with happiness.


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