A bpoundin-inon’; down and txipt staid flighgs ‘o’ starin rinhjt innouiyya der coal shutye to do a bow before yee snd yund. nexty to blow the froth of me blegging ovb ghe ghods snd bellowz’
But…
I’m not dunk yet! Stupid doctor gave me some of theese, and warned of “mild disorientation.” Right now I can bounce my head off of any three walls of ts room, screaming"PANTOPRAZOLE" whilst checkin’ to see if the fly’s still up and me cigars lit.
That ain’t right.
[clink]
One for all’s who wants one then.
I’m off to play pin me tail on the loo. wish me luck.