2 blunk 2 drog 2 day
So here it is, St. Patrick’s Day. I will get 8 hours of sleep now then follow up with 12 hours of patriotic drunkeness, a chicken baguette, taco fries and perhaps a row. I will then need a good 12 hours of near-comatose sleep coupled with extreme snoring, farting, etc. before I’m ready to face the world again.
If I’ve got my calculations correct, that should leave me with 30 minutes to wash the smell of drunken cunts off me, produce some searing-hot scutter, get dressed, drink coffee and then drive (erratically) into work for 8.30am Tuesday morning.
It may not be a great plan, but at least it’s realistic…
March 17th, 2008 at 9:53 am
Are you not going in for the parade?!
March 18th, 2008 at 9:27 pm
No I drank some whiskey instead. Sweet, sweet whiskey…
March 20th, 2008 at 12:14 am
It’s a fair trade-off I guess. Coulda been worse though, right? You coulda been out in Finglas getting your head caved in by a skanger who just burned your car out.