I was gonna write a Thursday poem, but it occurred to me in the nick of time that this is Friday. What that tells me is that it’s time to get back to the sauce. I’m out of here in 19 minutes. I’m bee lining straight to a thinly padded round stool at a cold, friendly, cheap bar. Have a great weekend, warriors.

SO sexy!!
Happy Friday, everyone.
Behold the ultimate power of the box of wine!
4 beers, then a 20km ride to IKEA for a bit of ‘domesticide’. Then 20km back to 3 more beers. It was a good day for me.
Maaw.
Chick Magnet
nom nom nom
guzz-o-line