The One I Must Now Make Fun Of Is Myself

I dedicate a lot of Bebemoche space to blatantly making fun of other people, Porsches, inappropriate office behavior, Belgians, etc. I should be fair and also describe how Bebemoche became "freshman year in college ill" after drinks yesterday evening. Granted, either the bartender had a hand in this, or someone slipped something into my 2 1/2 drinks. In any case, I have not been so ill since my 1997 Lisbon farewell party at which a shot of tequila dropped into a beer was the special... Lying on my bathroom floor was not how I anticipated spending my Friday night. Live and learn.