Scene: our house, just now.

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LIS and IAN have just come in from outside, where they have spend the past hour up on ladders, cutting tree branches that could threaten phone wires.

Both LIS and IAN are afraid of heights, but have done good work, and are proud of themselves. IAN has just downed two shots of shlivovitz to steady his acrophobia nerves; LIS is drinking an (alcoholic) cider, 'cause she deserves one.

LIS: Are you coming in the bedroom to lie down? 'Cause I just spread out my stuff all over the bed.
IAN: Naw; I just came in to say hi to you. I'm going to go to my computer and see if I can type, two shots of shlivovitz drunk.
LIS: That's a good idea. You should blunk drog. Um. I mean drunk blog.
IAN: Did you do that on purpose?
LIS: . . . no.

Comments

[bikergeek.livejournal.com]

I'm not as thunk as drinkle peep I am, occifer. It's just that the drunker I sit here, the longer I get.

[gilmoure.livejournal.com]

I'm not as think as some drunkle peep I am, ociffer.

[gilmoure.livejournal.com]

D'oh! That's what I get for posting without reading comments.

[rebmommy.livejournal.com]

You have a funny wife, a funny life, and funny friends. Good to laugh...