Last winter, I was in a club with friends I hadn't seen in ages. I was so overjoyed to see them, that I drank every drink they bought for me. Regretfully I hadn't noticed they were all different so, within 2 hours, I was pretty out of it. My friend found me in a corner I don't recall falling into and tried to get me walking. My legs were jelly. The owners of the club thought I was drugged up and I had to leave. So picture this if you will: One guy in a kilt being thrown over the shoulder of another guy in a kilt. As the 'carrier' staggers towards the door, he says to the carcass thrown over his back, "You can't carry your liquor, Mr. Frodo. But at least I can carry you!" True story. "May the dark one hold you in his clutch...er, I mean, safe trip!"
july 30th i went to the bar to celebrate my friend josh's 22 b-day, i was wearing moccosans and i lost one of them...true story
you sure about that? i've got a nice delicious bottle of mead in my fridge that pressed rat doesn't seem to want...
Mmmm... meady gooooodness.... Well.... I suppose a small smmmackerel of mead wouldn't hurt.... tum tee tum tum....
