Sex and Chocolate "He was my favorite uncle. Good old Uncle Willie. I sure am gonna miss him." I rolled my eyes and drained the last of my beer, listening to my best friend Drew on the barstool next to me try to pick up one of the waitresses. "Oooooh, you poor baby. You must be so sad," she told him, eating up all of his bullshit and running her hands through his hair. "I'm devastated. Practically horny with grief." "What did you say? I couldn't hear you over the music," she shouted. I snorted and looked over her head to make eye contact with Drew, giving him a look that clearly said “I cannot believe the words that are coming out of your mouth.” With a kiss on his cheek and a smack to her ass, they parted ways and he swiveled around on his bar stool to take a swig of his drink. "Your Uncle Willie died two years ago. And you hated him," I reminded Drew. He slammed his beer down on the bar and turned to face me. "Have you forgotten the awesomeness that was "Wedding Crashers", Carter?
