Flake

She flaked. Oh, darn.

That's right, folks. Bill's date for tonight (the chick he kissed Friday night) canceled on him—for the second time, apparently. She's going out of town tomorrow, and apparently has to pack. She's been packing for two days. Who does that? I don't know, but I'm not sorry she is.

The good news: this gives me a bit more time to figure out how to verbally vomit all over him.