YOU SAY WE HAVE A DRINKING PROBLEM - WE SAY THE PROBLEM IS THAT WE'RE NOT DRINKING!
OK, OK, OK! WE SLIPPED! No post yesterday, but there was a GREAT reason! Besides, today can now be called 'FriSaturday!" It's a long and woeful story, but one that brings smiles to our faces - at least the parts we can remember. Let's see, we remember getting up on Friday about noon and then....ah....er....hmmm... we got up Saturday around noon! In between, we're gonna have to just rely on the police report.
We started out yesterday with GREAT intentions. We were gonna volunteer some time at the homeless shelter, go over to the animal pound and pet some stay cats, and then we were gonna take some people from the convalescent home out shopping. YEAH RIGHT! We made it about three blocks and decided a "quick" beer at the world famous Palm Canyon Road House (You got that right, PALM CANYON DRIVE, BABY!) would brace us for our community chores. Well, one beer turned into two, turned into calling Coors for another delivery to the bar just before the sun set!
Look, many of you may think we are weak, or that we lack moral fiber. Well, to you we say - YOU'RE GOD DAMN RIGHT WE HAVE A PROBLEM! They say the first step on the road to recovery is admitting that you have a problem - okay, we admit we have a problem - we ran out of money at around 1A.M. and had to quit drinking, talk about having a problem! We were just getting in the swing of things after 13 hours of downing beer and then, WHAM - cutoff at the knees! There is good news though! The county screwed up and sent us another check by mistake (it was waiting patiently in our trailer park mail box), so after we cash it down at the RanchMart we'll have plenty of cash. Guess what we're gonna do with it...

Road House owners Eleanor & Greg just kept pouring! Kevin won the Conga Line dance contest!

Friends Norm & Kat were confused until they started drinking!
We started out yesterday with GREAT intentions. We were gonna volunteer some time at the homeless shelter, go over to the animal pound and pet some stay cats, and then we were gonna take some people from the convalescent home out shopping. YEAH RIGHT! We made it about three blocks and decided a "quick" beer at the world famous Palm Canyon Road House (You got that right, PALM CANYON DRIVE, BABY!) would brace us for our community chores. Well, one beer turned into two, turned into calling Coors for another delivery to the bar just before the sun set!
Look, many of you may think we are weak, or that we lack moral fiber. Well, to you we say - YOU'RE GOD DAMN RIGHT WE HAVE A PROBLEM! They say the first step on the road to recovery is admitting that you have a problem - okay, we admit we have a problem - we ran out of money at around 1A.M. and had to quit drinking, talk about having a problem! We were just getting in the swing of things after 13 hours of downing beer and then, WHAM - cutoff at the knees! There is good news though! The county screwed up and sent us another check by mistake (it was waiting patiently in our trailer park mail box), so after we cash it down at the RanchMart we'll have plenty of cash. Guess what we're gonna do with it...
Road House owners Eleanor & Greg just kept pouring! Kevin won the Conga Line dance contest!

Friends Norm & Kat were confused until they started drinking!

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