After a hard day’s night, it is time to admit: The lunatic is on the grass.

Seriously, work hard?

Play hard.

Until the lunatic is in my head.

And when that happens, it is time to convert my wine bag into a very tasteful bonnet.

Oh no!

I left my horse in my car and my heart in San Francisco, while I guzzled 3 double screw drivers, evolving into a stage of comfortable numbness.

It was supposed to be a night of dining with Sissy, but something happened to my sensibility on the way to the ladies room.

When I realized that I was distressed, over the sun going down on me, I whispered to the masses, “hello, hello hello, is anybody out there?”

And then much to my surprised, a sleigh and 8 tiny reindeer appeared, with Santa, also known as Glenn, who friended me on face book.

Oh my my.

Oh hell yes.

Time to take off this party dress.

It is only Thursday, you idiot.

One more day to go, before you get to the point, roll another joint and eat pig at the church, with Sissy and Ray.

Like I said, the lunatic is in my  head.

But it isn’t me.

wink wink

Have a sparkling evening…..

As always,

Wolfie

 

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