Yarggg... Folks let me tell you I feel like someone has implanted the
entire cast of riverdance in my scull and the big plastic blonde one, Mr
Flately himself is doing a rather impressive stomp at 56,000 taps per
minute... Lord of the dance my ass... Lord of the bad haircut and you call
that a costume? Please my mother has better taste in clothing and trust me
when I tell you my mom's idea of good taste is washing the blood out of the
skins before wearing them...
Ok so I'm on about my 10th cup of intensely strong coffee and my head still has a whole marching band of its own in there, but hey... It could be much, much worse. Last time I had a hangover of this magnitude I woke up next to a Rahnak who seemed to be under the impression that there was some sort of erm life bonding going on... Sheesh... some folks should really tell you their species' little quirks and what have you before you get in the sack I mean come on... Look I'm not insulting the guy's culture but I think that ignorance of the fact that my ass is now literally his (or so he thinks) is a decent defence in anyone's book right? Well whatever... Try climbing out of a window and shimmying down a drainpipe with your head about to explode remembering that at any moment some ten foot tall 250lbs demon could be on your tail... Not something I'd recommend trust me.
So compared with that escapade, last night was a Sunday afternoon picnic in the park complete with chilled champagne and very pretty companion... Thursdays are busy... See people come along on a Thursday to see what the weekend holds in store for them. That's what's really at the heart of most people see... That underlying need to be wanted, loved, screwed, hurt whatever really most people just want to affect other people in some way or another... Well that's more than enough with the profound tit bits at this time of the day. My migraine and I are going to try and stay upright in the shower long enough to remove the mud... Don't ask you really don't want to know... Later folks...
Ok so I'm on about my 10th cup of intensely strong coffee and my head still has a whole marching band of its own in there, but hey... It could be much, much worse. Last time I had a hangover of this magnitude I woke up next to a Rahnak who seemed to be under the impression that there was some sort of erm life bonding going on... Sheesh... some folks should really tell you their species' little quirks and what have you before you get in the sack I mean come on... Look I'm not insulting the guy's culture but I think that ignorance of the fact that my ass is now literally his (or so he thinks) is a decent defence in anyone's book right? Well whatever... Try climbing out of a window and shimmying down a drainpipe with your head about to explode remembering that at any moment some ten foot tall 250lbs demon could be on your tail... Not something I'd recommend trust me.
So compared with that escapade, last night was a Sunday afternoon picnic in the park complete with chilled champagne and very pretty companion... Thursdays are busy... See people come along on a Thursday to see what the weekend holds in store for them. That's what's really at the heart of most people see... That underlying need to be wanted, loved, screwed, hurt whatever really most people just want to affect other people in some way or another... Well that's more than enough with the profound tit bits at this time of the day. My migraine and I are going to try and stay upright in the shower long enough to remove the mud... Don't ask you really don't want to know... Later folks...