Icky poo. One high five
Icky poo. One high five to myself says it's Friday and the "three day" is upon us... however, I'm not yet fully awake and can't seem to appreciate the oats and honey goodness of that concept. That post from last night was pure, unadulterated drunkenness. Straight from my liver to you. WTF was that all about? Let's just say that the spirits were flowing with such fluidity that Harry walked the gig and Eric finished the night alone. He and I just left. Crazy. Once I drink a few pots of coffee, I may make some sense of it all. I really don't like mornings.
congratulations that you are awake. you know, there’s something warm & fuzzy (like cotton blog sheets) about the fact that pretty much every morning, you have some sort of gripe about mornings so that I can rest assured I am not the only one who hates them with the fire of a thousand suns.
Cannot complain about your spelling while under the influence. Its a skill to be able to spell while intoxicated! Congratulations!
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