Nay, My Good Man, thou art no simple contrarian, not by a country snarl, nope. Thou art a full-blown curmudgeonly overstuffed love-drugged unforgettably insanely irresistibly addictivially challenged teddybear of the top-notch semi-colonoscopic spotch.
Congrats, by the way, on your anniversary for sobriety; mine? 9 June, t'was; and, I know how we swill so swagger so swell. It was the big twenty-sixer for moi (since that moment when I drank that last dreg of scotch was 1982, a very good beginning and I still stand sober with you, you . . . you . . . abstemiositor admiranticus . . . you! ;)).
Nay, My Good Man, thou art no simple contrarian, not by a country snarl, nope. Thou art a full-blown curmudgeonly overstuffed love-drugged unforgettably insanely irresistibly addictivially challenged teddybear of the top-notch semi-colonoscopic spotch.
ReplyDeleteCongrats, by the way, on your anniversary for sobriety; mine? 9 June, t'was; and, I know how we swill so swagger so swell. It was the big twenty-sixer for moi (since that moment when I drank that last dreg of scotch was 1982, a very good beginning and I still stand sober with you, you . . . you . . . abstemiositor admiranticus . . . you! ;)).