Saturday, November 28, 2009

Hungover again


"What feckin' time is it?" Smut complained.

5 comments:

merc said...

Oh right so publishing my morning photograph is alright then.

mikey said...

Hmm, considering that the only real cure is a genuine, righteous taqueria, it's possible you're doomed.

Do they have those there?

Another Kiwi said...

Merc, if you live in the public eye, paparazzi will happen.

Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

Hangover, eh...

Take two blood puddings and call me in the morning.

Hmm, considering that the only real cure is a genuine, righteous taqueria, it's possible you're doomed.

Ahh... menudo, or, as the Spanish-speakers of the Caribbean call it, mondongo. No real need for a taqueria, just a goodly portion of tripe, and some or other vegetable matter. Oddly enough, while Puerto Rican blood sausage- morcilla- is readily available, I have never seen Mexican morcilla in the NY metro area.

Word verification-"swoon"

lawnguylander said...

What's really funny is that fucking banquet job all the way in the Pine Forest.

I'm in the grave, lying down.

He said, "what are you doing?"
I said, "resting."

"Here your resting? In the grave!?"

"I'm resting!"