Dr Fell, fellow drinkist and the artist currently known as Neuroskeptic (see sidebar) is right, it IS a lazy, dog dangling day of a Sunday.
I can't separate the hangover from the possible headcold, following a night spent in Clonmel getting a sorry shade of sodden.
Pisht I was, pisht and stupid.
Ah here, that's all, I'm off to hang a pooch.
5 comments:
Why does the dog have to suffer? Surely there are some cats around that deserve a good dangle?
And there I was thinking I'd get a perfect (and deserved) zero in the comment stakes.
I hope the head is cleared and any talk of retirement from the drinking game is well filtered through your overworked bowels.
I'll be back in the saddle once I get over this hoor of a headcold, McMuck.
You'll have to switch your liquor, your immune system's getting hammered.
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