You can't take it with you
Imagine my dilemma. I’m vacating my apartment in a few days and flying to Brisbane, so I have to get rid of everything. Ev. Ree. Thing. Some things will be sold (for a pittance), some will be given away, some will be donated to the needy. Some, on the other hand, will simply be consumed.
I refer, of course, to the half-bottle of Scotch that I can’t take on the plane with me! Seems there’s some draconian rule that prohibits bringing open bottles of booze on a flight and during the course of an absurdly short flight to tropical Queensland getting blind drunk to the point of belligerence. As a result, I gotta finish that bad boy in the next couple of days.
Bottoms up, everyone!
2 Comments:
I can make you laugh in 8 words....
'Aren't you a little bit old for that.'
hahahah I'm laughing.
By Unknown, at 8:40 a.m.
You had me at hello
Oops, I mean, you had me at 6 words. LOMA!! Well done, Luscious Lorna!
By just call me jeff, at 10:06 p.m.
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