Monday, August 16, 2004
A Swift Half...
... followed by a short, a Tequila, a bottle of vodka, three bottles of wine and eight cans of Stella.
That's what I poured all over the neighbour's cat this morning in my attempt to kill the meowing bastard. Alas, all of my shots missed, and so later, when I realised I had nothing left to get myself pissed, I had to lick the garden path and walls.
Of course, this did not paint a good impression of a Reverend. The local children mocked my desperate attempts to ingest some alcohol. Any alcohol.
And it was even worse when my ex-wife walked past.
Not good. But I will Get My Revenge! The Parsnip Always Knocks Twice!
That's what I poured all over the neighbour's cat this morning in my attempt to kill the meowing bastard. Alas, all of my shots missed, and so later, when I realised I had nothing left to get myself pissed, I had to lick the garden path and walls.
Of course, this did not paint a good impression of a Reverend. The local children mocked my desperate attempts to ingest some alcohol. Any alcohol.
And it was even worse when my ex-wife walked past.
Not good. But I will Get My Revenge! The Parsnip Always Knocks Twice!
