Well, hello, hello, hello, my dwindling band of hunter-gatherer primordial U-Boat captains! Shortly I shall take leave of my senses and shoot myself with Blondi the dog, then administer Eva her poison, but until then, may I entertain you with a short song-and-dance?
If I could remember the past 24 hours with anything resembling a semblance of clarity, then I would be able to report it to you. Sadly, that is not to be, at least at this early hour.
If I might just comment,though, Santa came and went in the night, that sly devil. How he managed to scuttle down the medium-format heating ducts in the roof of this building escapes me for the moment, but indeed he seems to have done so. (We have an APB out as I speak, all the way from Montreal to Basel, Wisconsin).
And the merriment he provided for one and all was truly a sight to behold. It was indeed a joyous day of celebration for Jayzus, Jayzus, Jayzus!
Uhh . . . I forgot what I wanted to say.
Oh yeah: warm beer that's been sitting out all night tastes just as good at 7 a.m. as it did at 7 p.m. Maybe even better!
Happy Boxing Day. May your shopping experience be a jolly one.
I swear, over drinks last night I kept referring to them as "U-2" captains until my friend Dave reminded me politely that Bono wasn't even a thing in his mother's groin, way, way before then.
ReplyDeleteChrist, what's next? Youtube captains?
The mind reels.