Well... First you go to a bar. Then, you down seven apple martinis until you can't remember where you parked your car. Finally, you anounce to everyone you're too drunk to drive.
What does that have to do with making babies?
That's when your father offered to drive me home, but changed his mind and raped me in the backseat of his Ford Fairmont!
And, you say he may get out for good behavior in time to see me graduate college?
