Another thing that is dandy about bowling being over is the fact that Thursday won't be as heavy a drinking night. This morning was/is a rough one. That fuckin donkey came back last night....
and danced a jig on my forehead. Once again, the wife and the dog did nothing to help me out. Then I believe my cat decided to curl up and sleep in my mouth, right after urinating in my eyes. Sometimes it feels as if the entire animal kingdom is against me.
Other than a rude headache, itchy eyes, atrocious cottonmouth, and a growly bowely(that is pushing out scents that would be at home somewhere in the Degobah system)I feel fine.
Thursday ABC-7 3 Rum/cokes,2 Seven/Sevens,1 beer, 1 screwdriver(the screwdriver was the nail in the coffin, we could probably count it as 3 screwdrivers, but we won't.)
2 comments:
Interesting how you forgot to mention you were a chatty Cathy last night. You woke me up and talked until 11:45 before the passing out and snoring began. I am glad bowling is over too!
First its "you never talk to me" now its "you talk too much". You are obviously on the Donkeys side!
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