You know, a bottle of wine and other beverages mekes my righting sloppie. U know? Come on, c’mon! I’m not slurrying my speech, I’m just differntly abled when… fuck it.

Friday’s Forecast: The ‘human blushes when it recovers from a stupor induced by imbibing several libations. Fortunately, no such tomfoolery will ever again be engaged. Until tonight.