I built my first business when I was wet behind the ears at the age of 19 in college.
"So they got this device -- which they definitely can't sell in this country any more -- that was supposed to shock me when I started wetting the bed, thus waking me up.
"When I have a wet umbrella in my hand at the Capitol, I don't leave it in his office," the lobbyist said.
Sure, when I wrapped the wet towel around my neck, it did make me cool, but I suspect I would have gotten the same result by just hanging an ordinary damp rag in its place.
When I was freezing, wet and maybe near-hypothermic, he stood in the icy rain and set up my tent and helped me into it and out of my soaked clothes and into his dry goose-down vest and sleeping bag.
Luckily for me, I'm a handsome motherfucker and chicks dig me, so when I started getting wet dreams they were over Bo Derek and not She-Hulk.
Just when I thought the wet day was getting kind of dry, someone came running around the corner, screaming, "Willetts's car!
Just when I thought the wet day was getting kind of dry, someone came running round the corner, screaming, "Willetts's car!
Whether it's meeting someone in the bathroom of a wedding, in the gym locker room when I'm dripping wet wearing a towel barely big enough to cover myself, or in a crowded Visa line in Nepal, I seem to be a magnet to the bizarre networking encounters!
No, not the cup full of crushed ice I drooled over when I couldn't wet my lips for six years: a forbidden treasure, shards of frozen liquid glimmering like jewels reflecting in the sunlight that blazed down on the hot sunny beach my parents moved to straight out of the Surgical ICU.
