The slow descent of a night on the bevvy, as demonstrated by my brother.
Stage 1 - The discussion - 'Hmm, yes, that is a valid point she is making.'
Stage 2 - The argument - "No, no, no, no, what it is, is..."
Stage 3 - The distraction - "Ooh look a pretty butterfly"
Stage 4 - The madness - "Ugh, butterflies taste horrible"
Saturday, January 13, 2007
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Ahhhh . . . Fun times! And I can vouch - it happened EXACTLY the way Ian portrays it to have happened.
Right.
By the way . . .
I want royalties on the last picture.
I'm just sayin'.
If I were you, I'd keep my royalty claims in my pocket until I saw the further blog entries from that same evening.
I'm just sayin'.
In my defence, I was the most sober person there... including the driver...!
I'm just sayin'.
Maybe I should've kept the camera afterall.
I'm just sayin'.
The driver was clearly sober and there may be photographic evidence to prove it.
I'm just sayin'.
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