Drunken Pen Staggers
Inebriated
Three sheets to the wind
Bent, sideways strut
We have all seen the results....
Our minds disconect and ramdomly fire through nonfunctioning organs
such as the thickly paralyzed tongue with no back up thought processes
Rational actions are no longer possible and the mind imagines greatness
Superperson from local pub nation. Kryptonite would be black coffee and food.
(Tears) ooops! Did I soil your paper my.... bad man!!
Words don't
FLOW.
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SNORE!
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