At our favorite restaurant alst night, I suddenly said to David, "This is taking a really long time to get a shrimp cocktail and a cup of soup, eh?"
And we sipped on our wien and talked.
After a while, the waitreess brought us our soup and cocketail, with huge apoliigies, syaing, "I'm sor sorrrry. The kitchen lost your ticket."
"Oh, that's all right, I say. God thing we have our wine." she sayd, "I'm going to btring the bottle back and sort of FILL UP YOUR GLASSES.
oh, nice! I say.
and the wrhimp cocktail was ZOMG rally good.
Then she brought our dinner salads and thebottle of wine. Ans dhes filled up our glasses. THey were big glasses. And lot sof other people we knew were terrem and we thchatted with them. then the waitress filled up our glasses agin. And I just got home and i'm blogggging under the influence. Can you believe I spelled influence right? That's hwo fooogd I am, even drunk.
Mr. Jefferies is concerned. he's wondering WTF is up wiht me. And I'm still lauahgin about the preson (I suppose Ann Coulter's right-hand-lady) who said in the comments yesterday she's goint to keep extra lights on in honor or the humans who took us out of adarkaneesss instead of tyurningoff the fuckinglihghts liek a bunch of weirdo tree0hugerrs that we wakced-up liberals are. ann coulter says we think that humasn are a bunch of locusts or parasites who shouldn't be allowed ot use t hte earth like it's our bitch as it really is, or some such crap as that. she's right. we ARE. Maybe she'll choke on a plasti cbag or something or other with Sarah Palinl. But tha'ts not me,. ti's the wine talking,a nd we whould all do our duty anha have more babies, because this world needs more sane people.=like them.
In a court of alw I will claim non compos mentis.
Huh. Who knew my knolewdge of Latin was intosication-proof.
I shoudl bowl a breathalizer right now.