Dinner

I just got home from a business dinner and it is 11:30PM. Dudes, I am tired. And full of very, very, very expensive, very, very tasty pasta. It was so good that we all had to undo our pants to get dessert in there. As I attempted to lift the last spoonful to my mouth, shaking, my assistant asked me how I was fitting it in. I turned to him and said 'dude, do you see this body? This body is powered by flour!' Then we clinked wine glasses and asked for another round of the chocolate tort.