Here’s a cartoon that I stole from the New Yorker (who appear to have unilaterally cancelled my digital subscription, so I’m not much inclined to play by the rules). It’s by Farley Katz. (Go buy something of his.) I keep looking at it and grinning.
I find that I’m in the mood for something like this, something insane and slightly dangerous–but recoverable from. You ever feel like that?
Yes in fact, this morning!
I have a hangover. Enough said.
My wife has been out of town– which means it has been more like a three martini ALL THE TIME.
Last night. I watched too many episodes of “Three Sheets” on hulu and drank along with the host. Ai-ya.
Well unfortunately, even though I felt as though something insane and slightly dangerous would be fun, I failed to follow through. So despite a number of beers, I am perfectly fine and still awaiting my three martini breakfast… Someday!
I'm a substitute and I found this issue of the New Yorker on the teacher's desk. I laughed out-loud for first & second period looking at this. The women under the chair is priceless.