I am not as think as you drunk I am.
Okay, I am.
Marker's Make strikes again.
Here's the scoop.
The 'puter that my Dad sent to me is kaput. It is as dead as my last two marriages. But then, I've only been married twice.
Hope springs eternal.
My 'puter guru in Galvetraz reports to me that the motherboard has a crack in it. Like any crack baby, it only works some of the time. So, he's offered to me to fix up an HP tower, with my old hard drive copied thereon, for the grand sum of $100 buckaroos.
I have said sum of smackers in the bank, thanks to many of you, and to my efforts in sales since the twelfth of March.
Since that date, I've generated earnings equal to eight weeks of labor in my previous job. As Martha would say before starring in "Trading Jail Cells", .... "It's a Good Thing!" (Isn't her next show "trading Jail Cells?)
Did I say I was snockered on Mqarker's Make.? Oh yeah, baayyyybeeee!!
I am sotally tober.
And, I lie.
Like a dog. (may my cats forgive me)
Damn....this cigar is so good, it needs a roach clip !!!
Shit.....now the room is spinning.
Anyway, I'm blogging from Dick Cheney's undisclosed location. I'd tell you more, but then they'd have to kill me. Like I could tell the difference?
Short story make long, I'll have the new 'puter up Monday PM. It'll be on Windows 2000, about which I know diddly squat. Pray for me.
For now though, I'm going too expire, and hang onto the floor to try to stop the spinning.
Seeya later, friends!
That's not a floor, that's a deck, Sailor, and you'd better take a bucket to the foc'sle with you. When the Bosun blows Sweepers at oh-dark-thirty it'll go a lot easier on you if you've hit that bucket, Swabbie.
Disgusting waste of good bourbon.
Good bourbon belongs in the wardroom; cheap rum is the drink of the tween-decks crew. Next time you take six splices in the mainbrace, do it with ship's rum, not the Captain's good bourbon.
What's that you say, you ARE the Captain? Well, at least that'll keep you out of the brig for draining the Captain's bourbon, but you better take some of that pay and get yourself an honest two-footed First Mate who can take better care of the ship and the Cap'n.
(grumpy old salt mutters as he stumps off up the dock)
Posted by: Rivrdog | April 04, 2004 at 01:52 AM
Must be something in the water.
Every blog I've visited tonight has been posting drunken stuff.
Just as well I'm in the same boat, or I could never read it all.
Stay upright, skipper.
Posted by: Pedro the Ignorant | April 04, 2004 at 07:11 AM
favorite song for the "after morning sheetskas?" Kristopherson.....
"well, I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad----so I had one more for dessert.
and I fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt.
and I washed my face, combed my hair, stumbled down the stairs to meet the DAY!"
Drinking is like a muscle,Jim. You gots to exercise it often if ya wants it to work when ya needs it!
btw....I read somewhere that MicroSoft/Compaq/Toshiba/HP/Sony/(et al) has for years been sub-contracting their work to BIC, you know, the giant disposable lighter and pen company. Apparently I bought 2 of'em.
Posted by: Marcus | April 04, 2004 at 10:22 AM
I was too drunk to comment last night.
Rivrdog, your comment shames me:)
Posted by: loiq | April 04, 2004 at 07:27 PM
Jim -
It's windy and cold here. One of those nights when the wind makes the lines and masts clank and jingle and everybody is buttoned up tight.
A tot of Pussers Rum in a cup of hot coffee sounds better than Makers Mark.... this time.
Hope you can hold your head with both hands in the morning.
Bob
Posted by: Bob Baird | April 04, 2004 at 11:39 PM
Good to see you cutting loose . . . I'm on a Black Label Jim Beam roll, myself. Not bad. But out of scotch. :( Bad.
And Windows 2000 isn't too bad, if you have to pick Windows flavors. It'll be fun . . .
Posted by: Anne | April 05, 2004 at 01:44 AM
lol-Jim...Next time we talk make sure that you're in one of these moods, 'kay?
Posted by: Key | April 05, 2004 at 09:09 PM