Butch LaRue

So, for the most part, I’m a fairly laid-back guy. I don’t get riled easily and I can take the hits as well as I can give them. But sometimes, someone says something or does something and it just hits the wrong nerve. So, in the interest of helping people not get smashed in the face, I’m going to dedicate the next couple articles to helping people sort out those dilemmas of etiquette; when one should do something, or when they shouldn’t.
Today’s lesson is titled “Shut the fuck up.”

Some people say, “You can’t put a price on love.” But I can. For me, it was One Hundred Thirty-Eight Dollars. That’s how much it cost me to fall in love with Sabrina, one of the girls at the Paradise Palace in Las Vegas, Nevada. Now, you might be saying to yourself: “There is no Paradise Palace in Las Vegas, Nevada.” And you’d be right. I’ve skillfully changed the names and places in this story to protect the guilty.