… and I said to her, would you kindly tell to me, whose is that head upon my bed, where my own head should be?
So I called my wife …
13
Feb
… and I said to her, would you kindly tell to me, whose is that head upon my bed, where my own head should be?
He’s drunk! He’s drunk!
You silly old fool!
We used to have a dog like that in the army. A third of a bottle of Amstel and he was out of the Squadron bar window chasing imaginary rabbits before losing control of all four limbs and falling asleep under the table.
Amstel would make a great name for a dog. Stella’s so tame.
Where are the rose petals?
He was slumming it that day …