Bored. Whack-whack-oops. Poor. Whack-whack-oops. Drunk. Check.
Desire to say sausage. Fulfilled.
Desire to say boobs. Pending.
Boobs.
Desire to say boobs. Fulfilled.
Desire to talk gibberish. Pending.
wooble borb smeeg balp mergle fligmalb berp wogglewoggle spergbilm wampleforgbalp ploob
Desire to talk gibberish. Fulfilled.
Desire to explain relevance of post. Unfulfillable.
This looks like something Douglas Adams would write. I wonder if talking gibberish is a uniquely British subset of skills.
He’s downtown sucking nickels out of parking meters, folks.
And yes, I am awesome. Thanks!
Sorry I left this unattended, you see I had a hard time keeping myself awake 
. The replies were all great and actually made me wish I had half the drunken imagination you guys do. I was actually merely hinting at an attempt at an autobiography (don’t remember the nick of the doper who got published and made $ for it , but it happened), which in my drunk state would have amounted to a page and a half of complaints and self pity. If you think your reply alludes to that somehow let me know as I did not see anybody actually get it. Since it seem though that no one got it I guess I am going to wait till next Saturday night and try again 
I know! You’re going to write an autobiography!
Pay up 
Sneaky Cicsco tried to pull a fast one on silly old faldureon but little did he know…
You gotta wait till next time I get into the right “mood” for a thread like that. I do intend to give the prize away so it will definitely be forthcoming, just guess more and better next time 
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At least you didn’t call me Crisco :).
Curses! I was so sure I was going to get to say neaner neaner neaner to Cisco!
Unscrewing the heads off of parking meters?
lets see, I’m a poor drinker what do I usually do…