What Do You Have in the Way of a Vegetarian Menu?

I was confident you were detox material when we came to your hotel room and couldn't wake you up.

The fact that once we sternum-rubbed you back to some semblance of consciousness you could barely dress yourself was another clue.

But the kicker was when we walked you across the parking lot to my squad car, and your pants fell down around your ankles and you didn't even notice. All those nicely dressed folks on their way to Sunday brunch certainly got an eyeful, especially since you weren't wearing any underpants. I'm betting none of them ordered the sausage links.