Saturday, September 02, 2006
Isn't sleep supposed to cure drunkness..I read that once somewhere.
wow Buggerluggs let her self loose on the unsuspecting populaion of Manchester last night after a month of being confined to my abode.
I participated in rather alot of tomfoolery in a little known place called 42nd street last night. You should really check this place out, I think its just opened, plush carpets, pristine toilets, lush air conditioning. Why, spank my ass and call me Charlie its a fine establishment.
I think there was a couscous based banquet going on when i arrived home invovling myslef, my hand and my drunken hunger. While the wife was revisiting her Tea upstairs- classybird I hear you cry..
I actually can't remember any of this I'm just piecing together the various items strewn on the floor, like a crap Hansel and Gretal crumbs trail that leads to my bedroom door.
Don't drink kids, drugs are far more cooler and may even get in with the 'in-crowd'
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