It was the wine that kicked my ass.
Went to a dinner party last night. It was great fun. Problem is wine seems to be kicking my ass lately. I had three glasses all night long, just three glasses � with dinner mind you � and now I feel like totally whatever. I mean I couldn�t write a thing - even to save myself from rabid bunnies. If it was me, a boy scout master with a bull whip who owned a dildo shop, my 2nd grade Catholic Nun teacher, and a gaggle of rabid bunnies in a small broom closet � and all that was required of me to extricate myself from the �situation� was a short paragraph about something � anything � interesting, I couldn�t do it.
The wine has kicked my ass.
All I can crank out is this little ditty�
�knock knock�
�who�s there?�
�banana�
�banana who?�
�knock knock�
�who�s there?�
�banana�
�banana who??�
�knock knock�
�who�s there?�
�banana�
�banana who!?!�
�knock knock�
�who�s there?�
�orange�
�orange who?�
�orange ya glad I suck at knock knock jokes?�
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SEE I TOLD YOU!
Could it be that it wasn�t the wine? I could be getting ill. When I'm ill I like to quietly whine to the cat.
He likes that.
