Those of you owning any Scottish blood will realize that many of us Scots like a wee dram now and again. This is a stereotype I can live with because
I do not get out of control, beat my wife of kids or go into a Mel Gibson/Wallace/Lethal Weapon/Give me back my son type of rage..... Anymore.
During my liver drowning evening I must have decided to take a few notes, possibly for future blogs or just in case I didn't wake up the next morning.
So the next morning as the Colombian coffee was battling the Scottish whisky (Lo mucho que bebia - Piss of you wanker) this translates to a Juan Valdez type on a donkey being softly screamed at by a crazed blue face highlander. I found my scribbles from the wet night before, here are some of the things I wrote.
1. Terri Garr is hot for the 80's, I like Mr. Mom.
2. We only had 1 fat kid in our entire school - why
3. Flounder have both eyes on the same side.
4. Why do people in Florida own tanning beds? weird huh.
And my favorite rambling scribble from that night was
Do research on porn stars: do they feel anything, do they really orgasm.
I wonder if AA takes reservations?
Take yer coffee and shove it up yer arse!