well so long as they dont catch fire from your fag
me earsh have eyesh for these occasionsh.....
I can't help the fag - I'm jusht drawn that way.........
Shampagne givsh me heartburn; rum huh? yesh, mack mine a culibre.
An' kinely sheash and deshish wish the fag-wavin'. Y'hear? Dorbear, fag-wabbit!
I mensh t' shay forbear, dag-nabbit! Shorry 'bout thash.
ahem
ahem
falalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala
thank you
thank you very mush
ffdlotfflmfao
my kids love the so called long island iced tea, make me drive all all over to get it for them, never had it tho, sounds like pelican piss me thinks...
'Tish veeeeeery nishe Mikey!
makesh me earsh waggle.....
"the mike adds 30 pounds"
tee hee
falalalalalala mewwy christmas to able2knowers everywhere.
Looking darkly above me at Craven and Beth - who seem to think they are veeery funny - Declan - any piping hot coffee available? I think we shall soon have an influx of people needing it....it being about to be Monday morning where many of them are....
I am in the mood for a nightcap....now what shall it be? Hmmmmmm - perhaps a rusty nail.....
I find myself wondering whether the fact that I get to Friday night so long before most of you do, does or doesn't outweigh the fact that I get to have Monday morning earlier too.....
I suppose, what with conservation of energy and inertia and stuff like that, that the two precisely balance each other, or some such piffling nonsense.......
Kind of makes you think, doesn't it.......well, 'tis all samsara when it comes out in the wash.........gazing jadedly into oily depths of drink, ears slightly askew with concentration.......
And the mike DOES add thirty pounds....
..and would add a great deal more if he were not a gentleman and used his elb.........GAAAAASSSSSSPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!
'earsh waggle'...like a jello mould settling?
Jello? Meanest thou jelly? Nothing like - they waggle slowly and gracefully, like a palmetto fan, when I concentrate......
There will be no wagglin' in this shabeen . . .
