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Thursday, November 01, 2007
Absolut truth. Really.
In a response to yesterday's spew, the lovely Molly asked if I was still not drinking. In the interest of full disclosure, I provide you now an illustration which should leave no doubt as to the current state of my sobriety:
posted by Nigel St.John Regina Smegmatica Howle-Raines @ 5:44 AM
"Ego mos imbibo bierra tunc cado ut solum" -- from the Latin, this is the motto I live by. Translated, it goes like this: "I will drink beer and then fall to the floor". Beautiful, poetic, charming, no?
Face like a box of writhing maggots, dresses like Wilbur Post from the TV show "Mr. Ed", hates the great outdoors, much prefers the great indoors, so long as those doors are locked. Two words: shaved armpits.
8 Comments:
Hopefully you've landed somewhere soft.
Was it a long fall?
After all my badgering, am I ashamed of myself?
Nah, you know you love it.
Wasn't so much of a fall as it was...a...dismount. I got off at the intersection of Johnnie Walker Black and Patron.
Absoluterly, no doubter......
As long as the wagon doesn't roll over you, it's usually no big whoop.
HA... I have been like that alot lately... Maybe I shouldn't have admitted to that huh?
I say,
"Drink until you puke blood".
words to live by.
*uuullllpppp.....*
sorry.
my bad.
"mmxzzosrevenge"
B-*
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