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30DW2-2 - Day 27: And That's Why I Got Drunk



I thought today was Day 28 of 30 Days of Writing II minus 2.

But Nicky told me we still have another day to go.

And that's why I got drunk.


Really? The saying isn't "I can drink you under the bench"?


Weave your way over to We Drink for Cheese and see what everybody else's excuse is.

Comments

Boom Boom Larew said…
Is that the Group W bench?
Boom Boom Larew said…
Because I'm already there...
nonamedufus said…
That's the "D" for drunk bench.
nonamedufus said…
Where? I thought we were on our way to Nicky's? Good thing you're not driving.
P.J. said…
Looks like you might need a little help getting up, dufus. ;)
Linda R. said…
Apparently I'm late to the party. Is there any left?
Cheryl P. said…
Ouch! I haven't ever been that drunk.
Ziva said…
There's another day to go?? Is there room for one more under that bench?
nonamedufus said…
I'll be okay, as long as I get up in time for tomorrow's LAST post.
nonamedufus said…
The picture isn't really of me. Just a reasonable facsimile.
nonamedufus said…
Just enough, Ziva.
Cheryl P. said…
I kind of figured that wasn't REALLY you...that poor guy look like he might not ever come back from that binge.
nonamedufus said…
Yeah, I usually keep my shoes on when I drink.
Indigo Roth said…
Nice pic! I think a couple of pints would get me there these days. Cheers, Doof! Indigo
mikewjattoomanymornings said…
Hey! Get a room, you two!
mikewjattoomanymornings said…
I wish I'd been drunk the entire month.
nonamedufus said…
That's okay. this bench will do fine.
nonamedufus said…
A couple of pints puts me right to sleep nowadays.
nonamedufus said…
Great idea for our next challenge, Mike. We'll start March 1st. 30 Days of Drinking Plus 1. Name your poison.
mike said…
One more day. This time, for real!
nonamedufus said…
Just when I was getting into it.
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Shawn Ohara said…
I'm in. Heck, I got a head start.
nonamedufus said…
First round's on you.
nonamedufus said…
ZZZZZzzzzzzzzz....
KZ said…
That picture is almost as disturbing as your avatar picture with the kid and the clothespins.
nonamedufus said…
I'm still just hangin' out though.

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