Tuesday, September 11, 2007

How to know when you have had too much to drink (an ongoing series)

Singing Simon and Garfunkle hits with one's sister thrashing them out on her guitar.

In the garden, at 11pm.

My liver hurts.

(I am just a poor boy, Though my story’s seldom told, I have squandered my resistance - For a pocket full of mumbles, Such are promises.....All lies and jest! Still, a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.......)

We must have sounded as fan-fucking-tastic as I feel right now.

2 comments:

Kate said...

Bet her neighbours really LOVE you ....

Nicodemus said...

No scratches on the car in the morning so I may have got away with it.