It's Monday and can only be described as 'The morning after'. My delusion of having a perfect, relaxing Sunday was shattered by a phonecall from a mate demanding that I join everyone at the bar to watch Chelsea vs Liverpool. Bar + Footie = pissed as a newt 
At this stage I would like to apologies to everyone who received a text/email/journal comment from me between 10pm and whenever. It seemed a good idea when I was drunk. Mind you, I appear to have scored a new SG friend so I can't have been too too annoying
Despite feeling icky (and somewhere along the lines I am sure a baby dragon used my mouth as a potty while I was asleep) I toddled off to work. I can't hide the fact that I have been drinking the night before because of my voice, to which I offer you these two voice-related snippets of info about me:-
1)After a heavy session of alcohol and cigars my vocal cords slacken to the extent that I sound exactly like the Walrus of Love himself, Mr Barry White.
Ladies, please feel free to throw your panties on stage because I am about to sign.....My first, My last, My everythingggggg
2) My brother's girlfriend was in hysterics at a message I left on his ansaphone a short while ago. Apparently (not that I have seen the film so I cannot comment) she thinks I sound remarkably like Hugh Grant in Four Weddings and a Funeral. I don't know if that is a good thing or a bad thing. Maybe you could coment on this....
Oh, and to the annoying shit of a 12 year old I walked past this morning - I don't care if you do cry and run home to tell your daddy about me. I warned you that if you threw that snowball at me I would ram it down the back of your shirt, so I fail to see how you can be surprised that I am a man of my word.
At this stage I would like to apologies to everyone who received a text/email/journal comment from me between 10pm and whenever. It seemed a good idea when I was drunk. Mind you, I appear to have scored a new SG friend so I can't have been too too annoying
Despite feeling icky (and somewhere along the lines I am sure a baby dragon used my mouth as a potty while I was asleep) I toddled off to work. I can't hide the fact that I have been drinking the night before because of my voice, to which I offer you these two voice-related snippets of info about me:-
1)After a heavy session of alcohol and cigars my vocal cords slacken to the extent that I sound exactly like the Walrus of Love himself, Mr Barry White.
Ladies, please feel free to throw your panties on stage because I am about to sign.....My first, My last, My everythingggggg
2) My brother's girlfriend was in hysterics at a message I left on his ansaphone a short while ago. Apparently (not that I have seen the film so I cannot comment) she thinks I sound remarkably like Hugh Grant in Four Weddings and a Funeral. I don't know if that is a good thing or a bad thing. Maybe you could coment on this....
Oh, and to the annoying shit of a 12 year old I walked past this morning - I don't care if you do cry and run home to tell your daddy about me. I warned you that if you threw that snowball at me I would ram it down the back of your shirt, so I fail to see how you can be surprised that I am a man of my word.
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i do believe, however, that that same dragon has infected me with dragon breath a few times in the past. also, i'm not a smoker, but sometimes (the morning after) i wonder whether i had been snacking on things out of the ash tray. i may never know
i did get a comment from you about a chicken. i'm not sure if that was in reference to my fav sexual position on my profile or just coincidence. (i also like sex with aliens