8trackdisco wrote:Hello.
Past midnight. My damaged brain can't find the off switch. I have less trouble finding a clitoris. Nah, not true. Unicorns maybe.
Starting to feel a bit tipsy without the benefit of alcohol. Maybe that's a good sign?
First time ever, won five cigars playing the bones. An embarrassment of tobacco riches.
Still have a job. Just need to hold on for another 232 weeks and I'll be in good shape.
8T, I'm with you. Just got home, grandson watching some wierd movie, drinking a stout. Smoke the stogies, roll the bones, hang in there.
“Illegitimus Non Carborundum”
(Don’t let the Bastards wear you down!)