December 16, 2010
So, yeah, there we were, G and I, at that crappy Jersey shore bar in July, and I was sassing shmucks left and right, giving them an earful, much to their surprised delight, while G gave them an eyeful. These dolts have never met anyone like me, they say. I'm a sober mini Debra Morgan in a sea of drunken Housewives from Dipshit County. At the end of the night, some rich but handsome loser who's been trying desperately to win poor G over, murmurs in my ear, "You're too smart. And she's too sexy." Way to wow Rhoda, Potsie.