Damn. For a minnit there, I this was about me own daily habits. Wait, what does the future portend for me?
Shit, Will I get a nasty injury on me own foot? There was an image posted long ago of his foot...
*hiccup*
Huh. The word Injury is looking strange now for two reasons, which are these:
1. In-Jury. Say goodbye to booze for five to eighty days while being locked in a room wihout booze while discussing reasonable doubt with them drys? I say: That is truly with out doubt! Not gonna do it, if offered.
2. Injun-y . Sounds like someone who has a Cherokee great-grandmother Injun princess in her fambly tree. Go find a rope to piss up, wannabe person who claims to be Injun when we meet in a casino, and don't rub my head for good luck. Lady, there is another head you can rub, if you wash the smokey finger tips first.
Wait. In me cups.
*ahem*
This is better.
Man, his shot glass took a man down one time. The Giant simply set down his bourbon Jethro bowl and someone nearby at the bar said, "You think you might drink too much?"
Thirsty was burping and didn't hear that dude.
The bowl took off by itself and the other dude tumbled ass over heels across the floor, knocking over all them poker tables. Cards flew everywhere.
Then the bowl flew back and settled down with a little clang.
Barkeeper filled it back up without even a pause. Thirsty didn't even notice that his bowl had left.
DRINK!
