“Fuck did I do? We just stopped for few drinks at Kavanaugh’s- and no I’m not hung over. I’m not.” -Detective McSpanky
Another sloppy exit from Kavenaugh’s, courtesy of Detective McNutkins.
Maybe he’d manage to drive to a diner, eat some grub to soak up all the whiskey. Maybe he’d find a waitress desperate enough to excite his booze-soaked johnson. Maybe he’d just drive into shit all night long, while blasting The Pogues. What else was fucking new?
