Fat Tuesday
Technically, it happened Monday night. But I’m still feeling it. I ate an entire pint of “Marsha Marsha Marshmallow,” and chased it with a glass of eggnog laced with Extra Old Mount Gay. Then I died.
Wonder if this ever happened to that JC fella
Have you ever put wine in your water glass, and forgotten, and then taken a big gulp of what turned out to be wine? Just me? Okay, then.
Unconscious Mutterings, week 201
Gotta love it: I say… and you think… Research :: grant Chuck :: wagon (although ‘Norris’ popped in right as I was typing this) Insert :: here Bang :: the drum slowly Lousy :: drivers. Piss me off. Rehearsal :: dinner! Critics :: everyone is one. Or is it everyone has one? Memory :: leak […]