(kids , don't try this at home ... without some sort of recording device)
Well .. it's christmas and I'm lit up like the christmas tree. I'm wasted , plastered, intoximated in every way... I could get my hands on.
I appear to have drank , drunk? (of course you are dear) too much rum.. if there's such a thing.
My spelling somehow, is impecable.
So , is my brittish(you should hear me yelling).
I make up for this with my lack of being able to walk. It has come to my conclusion that I have been hit by an object referred to as the common shoe by a rather large squishy object refered to as the common "father".
I was then called some outrageou