Sunday, 6 February 2011

Saturday Night Drinking And The Glue Comes Unstuck

It's Saturday night.

Two of the regulars have been out on the town. They've had long sessions.

"I've been visiting the office," one lady said. (The Office was code for the club.)

"I've had one or two," slurred the other lady.

"Oops there goes my shopping." said the first as she knocked over the plastic bags and all the food spilled onto the floor.

"Excuse me, driver," said a third regular bus traveller. "When I have a drink, it does something funny to the glue in between my false teeth. It goes all mushy and I canna speak properly."

I drink therefore I am(according to W C Fields)

I drive buses therefore I am, too.

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