No she di’ent: Drunk Emailing

"Sometimes when I reflect back on all the wine I drink I feel shamed. Then I look into the glass and think about the workers in the vineyards and all of their hopes and dreams. If I didn't drink this wine, they might be out of work and their dreams would be shattered. Then I say to myself, "It is better that I drink this wine and let their dreams come true than be selfish and worry about my liver."
~ Jack Handy

I have apparently taken Mr. Handy’s words to heart… a little too close to heart, and mouth… and thus blood stream.

Apparently now not only do I need to concern myself with checking drunk dialed calls, drunk texts, but now that I have discovered the fascination of the www when I can’t reach my peeps. I have begun drunk emailing. Didn’t know this until it was replied back to me this morning.

Sent last night: Subject Line- “I Done”
“...hate the shiznit...
when my peeps arent around like I desire them to be.
Dang it.
:grimace:
story o' my life....

What up yo?

peace out”

Yes, pure eloquence… pure genius, really.

I also have a vague recollection of thinking I should email Midwest and Wombat… and am too frightened to look in my “sent emails” to find out if I did.

Dear Lord, someone stop Drunk OCG from striking again… and sorry to any of you that get the emails…
…and by sorry it’s merely a disclaimer…
…doesn’t mean I won’t do it again…

I Done.