Sunday, June 28, 2009

Siobhán?

"Do you think we'd be good together?"

"Well... Ehm... What's your name again?"

"You know my name. Now answer me."

It's been one of the stranger weekends.

From Shirley Bassey-impressionistas to garden party pubbery, from the daytime to the nighttime chicanery of a barely populated Blanchardstown party, it's been one of the drunker weekends.

"No I... I don't think so. Bye."

5 comments:

hope said...

While you're being a dashing man about town, could you look for McDanger? He's been AWOL and the cows are hungry.

adogwoof said...

no comment

Radge said...

He'll come slinking back eventually, Hope, he always does.

Some him only last week. Warm is the blood that courses through his veins.

NaRocRoc said...

Better off without Radge.

Susan at Stony River said...

My husband tries that "What's your name again" shit on me too. Ugh. Glad that weekend's over for you, hon.

@hope, he's being held prisoner on Facebook. I told you it was evil.