Brad Paisley: You are being paged by a drunk woman

Brad sez: Where is that drunk chick you speak of?

A tall drunk chick, or perhaps drunk tall chick or maybe not chick maybe female of the species … Anyway, she was a woman, tall and drunk, just knocked on my door looking for Brad Paisley. It wasn’t that she particularly thought Brad was hanging out with me. I don’t know why she knocked on my door. She was looking for another apartment and that is where Brad Paisley supposedly lurked, or whatever. When I made some kind of disparaging sound she, said drunk tall tall drunk woman, looked at me like I was an idiot. Maybe I am. I hope she finds whatever she is looking for though, somehow I don’t think she is going to find Brad Paisley. I need to quit answering my door.