Had a little birthday party last night. Played 80’s music. Got to see some OLD friends, and I don’t mean the geriatric diaper wearing type, not that there’s anything wrong with that, I like old people, somewhat, except the ones that smell like prunes… okay, that’s really just a turn of phrase because what the hell do prunes even smell like? Like fruit and old people? Or do prunes smell like old people? But then again, old people usually smell like vitamins and mothballs right?
Alcohol truly is the cure for all the world’s problems, or at least mine. I’d been staving off a cold for the last two weeks and after consuming what can only be referred to as an industrial sized barrel of paint thinner style buffet of booze last night, I’m feeling fresher than a rose.
Or a prune.
Either way, booze once again saves the day.