It seems that I haven't posted here in a while, which has not been for lack of silly and useless things to say: it's just that I've been rather drunk for a while. And before you ask, it's not with love or life or any of that shiny happy fluffy clouds and furry pink bunnies shit. Nope. It's all about the booze for old Uncle Fondleberries.
Sure, I've managed to get to work, pay some bills, and perform other activities of daily living, but I did it all with my pants on backwards and my zipper down. What is the sound of one butt cheek clapping? Grasshopper: get more beer.
Wait, what did I say? I ask that question every morning after, slightly excited but slightly more afraid to learn the answer.
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