They say drinking alone is a sad thing. I say bah! There’s nothing like standing over a toilet, legs at shoulder’s width apart, taking a glorious piss and announcing to an invisible audience “I AM TAKING A GLOOOORIOUS PISS!” Hee hee!
Skittle Vodka
An Entry!
Hey, I’m making an entry. It’s been what? 30 years since my last one? Oh well. All is well. I will wax poetical about depression on the next, but hey, for those that give a flying rat’s petoot, I’m alive and well.
