Gregor, where's your spray-tan?
The Absurdities of Life - the whiskey walk
Once while eaten alive in Glenmorangie,
My pal Greg took some spray (from his sporran, see?)
"This will help with the midges",
But it had us in stitches,
Cos we ended with skin that was orangey.
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Conor Darrall
Short stories, poetry and some burble . Irish traditional musician, medieval swords guy, draoi and strange egg. Bipolar/ADD/CPTSD/Brain Damage. Currently querying my novel 'The Forgotten 47' - @conordarrall / www.conordarrall.com
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts5 days ago in Longevity
Comments (5)
lol. Good one.
And they said it couldn’t be done… hats off to you sir for finding not one but two perfect rhymes for orange! (-y)
Haha! I feel for Greg! 😅 Great one!
lol poor Greg 😅 Love this!
Ah, that was funny! What a surprise to be tan instead, lol :) Loved the pic you included. Wonderful work.