Ask a drunk?

When you're in your cupps we'll talk. Cure the problems of the world, ( and how they got to be so bad to start with.) But you've gotta ask a real drunk. Not some mincing, what to the Aussies say, poofter that doesn't know a whiskey when he passes out from one. The real drunks.

When you're falling down drunk, (bourbon from Kentucky is my poison) we'll talk.. Fumble fingered, half-ass drunk, no holds barred. Until then, don't THINK you're gonna convince me. Uh, I can still (questionablly) type. And still think my family (hmmm even more questionalb since 1655) Uh, gawd, made this point on the map a radical experiment!

Even too verbose for me,

Dennis

-- Dennis (thewestwood@yahoo.com), March 15, 2002

Answers

When you're falling down drunk, (bourbon from Kentucky is my poison) we'll talk..

Mmm ploor... lem' dry 'gain... 'M plen' droo... uh... drrenk. G'arn... wull talk nuw... doonce... uh... dense... shite!... Dennis. W'ars m' sox? I dun see m' sox... shite!... los' m' sox.

-- Aimless (aimless@national_raffle_association.org), March 15, 2002.

'Smatter, Dense? 'Fraid nuh? C'ba'ere, you sti'kin' gobshite, yuh twee lul bast'd. C'mon n' make wi' uh talk. M' lissnen, ul'rye? N' gimme m' sox, yuh berbun swill'n poof. Nee' m' sox. Ca' finem.

-- Aimless (aimless@national_raffle_association.org), March 15, 2002.

Starkle, Starkle lttle twink who the hell i are i think some people say I'm intoc... intacx...intecsic... aneb.... enabra....ienabra... DRUNK, Dod Gammit!

-- Peter Dragon (brittneyspears@slut.com), March 26, 2002.

Yup, stumpled back into the West Wood and was found passed out with a smile on my face and my Wranglers down to my knees. Don't know what it was, but whatever it was I think is now stump broke now! Uh, that isn't a goat smiling back is it?????

Dennis

-- Dennis (thewestwood@yahoo.com), April 12, 2002.

No, Dennis, it’s me, and you’ll be hearing from my solicitor in the morning.

-- Rex (rex@waitrose.com), April 13, 2002.