don't tell my wife, but....
had a bride who asked me half way thru the nite if I "needed anything"
I joked that all I needed was a pitcher of soda, and a clear path to the bathroom...and I was fine. Since she was a real "easy going" lady, I added,
"...and a lusty wench wouldn't hurt"
two hours later as I was packing up,
one of the bridesmaids approached and said..
"I hear you're looking for a lusty wench".
For a guy who talks too much, and always has a smart-ass reply...
I was SPEECHLESS.
I refused the offer.
Didn't think she'd be impressed with a fat sweaty DJ
and a ride home in my mint green mini van, packed with gear!