by Emsbabee
@ 2007-11-26 - 13:23:35
When I got home on Saturday night (as drunk as drunk can be), there were people taking ketamine in my front room. Although, to be strictly accurate, one of them was yacking it all back up into a saucepan. I couldn't have cared less at the time, being preoccupied with pressing my face into the mattress and howling like a small, feral child. Tequila tends to do that to me, especially when the pre-requisite to drinking it, is so snort the salt and squeeze the lemon into your eye.
When we surfaced the next morning to a scene that would have given the Wombles palpitations, it was discovered that our little dog had decided to express her distaste at the situation by crapping directly outside my bedroom door.
Thank God it's Monday.