What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stranger.
In my younger, hard drinking days, I would sometimes toss my cookies.........
Trickey, classic joke about the blond who got so drunk she blew chunks, that oddly also being the name of her dog...As for Pepe's comment, some how I thought 'tossing a salad' was something else, and clearly "No soup for YOU!"
My brother, who spent 14 years in prison, said he had a different opinion of what a "tossed salad" was. I'm guessing it was with license-plates instead of croutons.
@TrickyRicky- I'm not proud of this, but in my early 20's I got drunk, staggered into a dark night to upchuck in the snow, and then returned inside for a night of room-spinning sickness. The next morning, in hangover hell, I trudged out into the snow again and saw a dead crow frozen stiff in the middle of my wine-colored puke. The funny thing is, I have no memory of eating a crow.@Stan da Man- Knowledge of that particular type of "tossing the salad" indicates that you may know Tickles the Clown better than the rest of us...@Bruce Bleu- I'm sorry, did you say "license" or "licentious?"
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