The pool room on the Titanic was a din
of excitement as I walked in. Keith Richards, dressed in swim trunks
and leather vest, did his best to adhere to the sensibilities of the
time.
He smiled as he handed me a rounded
crystal bottle of wine. He then playfully slapped me on the back and
did a poor cannonball into the full pool.
Knowing Keith's history, I kept the
lip of the bottle far away from my lips as I poured directly into my
mouth. I missed badly, with most of the wine splashing wildly on my
shirt.
“Not bad.” I thought to myself as
a rash developed on my chest.
You really did good to not drink directly from the glass. And to miss totally actually.
ReplyDeleteMad, Bad and dangerous to know. ;-)
ReplyDeleteThe hell was in that wine bottle?
ReplyDeleteFIND THAT IDIOT AND KILL HIM WITH FIRE!
Oh.. oh smart. Just look at what could have been.
ReplyDeletethis is the most sensable post ever
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