* takes to the Pervy Throne a little uneasily after quite a few cyber-drinkies...plonks feet up on the edge of Council table...swigs on brandy from the bottle, lights a cigar and looks up to the Council members *
Perviness, people, speaketh to me of your discoveries in the world...
* mumbles something about "pants missing", "inadvertent fumbling in the cellar" and there being a "large one handy" before leaning elbow on the armrest *
...I did have a drink... where did I put it?
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