Marissa and Duncan visit Shirl’s and Mike’s weekend retreat
By Inchie
73 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Metal ticker, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Rheumatoid Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Sandra, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe! I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
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See you have my treasured EU flag on screen then!
Oh yes, Sir. Also popped in your ‘Shop that Sells Kisses’ too!
Gadabout, Duncan was supplied with his Jamesons I see? Nice touch, especially now he has retired and has more time for a tipple.
Hehe!
Wll, it’s simple see…Mike and I were just bartending, you know. It was actually for a charity function…providing the homeless with alcohol…god’s work really…when his pants fell off and then so did my dress…and who should come by just as we were trying to retrieve them but his wife, Shirley and that no goodnick Duncan. Anyway, all just a huge misunderstanding except Shirley walked off all in a huff…though by the look on her face, you’d think she was happy to be rid of him!!
I’m so glad you’ve explained things now Marissa, thanks.
Lovely kind thought that from you both, helping to spread the plonk so generously amongst the lesser financially off folk.
Shirl perhaps returned later with fresh supplies?
Hehe, TTFN.
Well, she returned for sure… fresh supplies…that I don’t know about…
Is it the plonk your not sure about Marissa? Fret not, this often happens to those more superior alcoholics they tell me. Hehe! Taketh care. X