Sunday, January 01, 2006

 

Christ's bollocks

Fuck, that was a bad one. I’m going back to bed.

Comments:
I must say you're a class act, so much so, that I haven't thought of anything funny to say.
 
Footsie, how can it have been that bad?! I mean, the telly programming was terrible, but that's survivable...
 
Doc, that must be a first for you. Everyone: you read it here first! Thanks, and happy 2006.

LindyK - hmmm, you're sounding more British all the time. Some fuckhead spiked my drinks last night, I reckon, because I couldn't move my arms this morning and I typed this post by nose. New Year greetings to you, too.

And that's the last time I'm fucking wishing anyone well for this year.
 
I'm just starting to function like a normal human.

That is, what I think a normal human functions like.

What the hell did I drink last night?

Oh, I've been meaning to ask you. Your gravatar looks rather familiar. Where you ever my parole officer or some such? Have you arrested me in the past?

Not that I'd hold it against you ar anything. Just curious.
 
You really don't remember, do you, Dr E.? Handcuffing me outside that bar in Milwaukee in 1996, shouting 'Goan send you down, mo'fuckah'? I managed to bend your nose westwards before you and your fucking fascist cronies laid in with your boots for about twenty minutes.

Ring any bells? I thought so. I'm out now, parole being what it is. I don't bear you any malice, and I'd like to buy you a beer some time.
 
That was you,Footeater? Sorry, mate. I thought it was that cunt Ed McMahan coming to tell me that I'd won the Publisher's Clearinghouse Sweepstakes.

I didn't believe a word of it as I steal all my magazines from the Doctor's office.

Sorry, I guess I owe you the beer.
 
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