Objection, Your Honor!

Ok, so, this is based entirely on hearsay, but apparently when I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, drinking beer from a pint glass, with no shirt on, slouched, and with the beginnings of a gut hanging over the waistband of my khakis...

...Kirsten thinks I look a little bit like an alcoholic.

I don't want anyone jumping to conclusions, though.

That's just what the wife thinks. And I'm my own man, dammit!

Whoops...gotta go.