Monday 1:07 a.m.
I was all day in the pub! Hurrah! Fantastic company! Made a friend today! How often can you say that, Jack?
IPA. Thank you for the brewers of that!
Also, the wonderful person made me think I could write, at least one time before I had to give it up for the juju of jujus, the great vajrayana. So I'd like to rehearse my acceptance speech when I have to stand there in my dickie bow regalia. Here it is then:
Maybe I should save this for some other, more sober, time.
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I suppose it depends on if you plan to make that speech just as potted.
Then it wouldn't matter when you wrote it. *grin*
Marie: Never again! Thought I had a brain tumour when I wakened up this morning. Never, never again! Hotboy
Soberbo? I've many happy memories of Portugal! Thanks for leaving a comment. Hug back! Hotboy
I say!
Is Soberbo a distant relation of Sir Garfield Sobers? Now then, Sobers could bat, bowl (slow or medium fast), field, and captain. A definite all-rounder was Gary.
MM III
Mingin'! Sober. You're right. Hotboy
Excellent speech.
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