Thursday, March 23, 2006

Drunk

It's the hieght of summer, It's the dead of winter and my heart is black and lifeless in a bag of chips with a bottle of Guinness! Paul

3 comments:

Si said...

You spelt height wrong. Muppet.

Si said...

Paul asked me over the other day to do some research for this fakin book of ours. Before I got there he demanded that I pull one of his front teeth out with a pair of pliers as it was giving him some proper gip. Naturally I refused. Then I had ten bottles of Budweiser and one hour in Paul's company and suddenly it seemed like the best idea in the world. Problem is though, as Paul is a bit of drinker, to put it mildly, his teeth are like chalk. So now, after trying to pull out his tooth, only half of it is left and a lot of nerve. Paul's not happy about this, but I kind of think that he brought it upon himself.

oddchild said...

Paul's probably got grounds for a clinical negligence claim against you. Where there's blame, their's a claim!