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Post by JizzyJudy on Oct 7, 2011 18:06:05 GMT
After a bottle of wine I'd get plastered
Until my alcohol intake I'd fully mastered
Now no drink is ever rejected
And I am by everyone respected.
Some say my life is empty and aimless
And I admit I'm not totally blameless;
My life of apathy is a bit pathetic
But why not be more sympathetic?
At least I bear no one any malice,
As I lie drunk in my floating gin palace.
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Post by alex on Oct 7, 2011 23:26:03 GMT
Why do you expect sympathy? And I doubt you are respected; apart from by other drunks.
You GO girl!
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Post by Daphne on Oct 8, 2011 11:13:40 GMT
I have only been on a "floating gin palace" once. This was when I was invited to a party on a yacht at Monte-Carlo when I was attending a business conference. The fools who invited me thought I might spend some of my company's money with them. After the hangover I got, I was in no mood for anything except drowning myself. I enjoyed your poem. Welcome to the site.
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Jay
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pic of me after losing 52 stone with 'Slimming World'. Looking FIT, don't you think?
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Post by Jay on Oct 9, 2011 17:31:19 GMT
This is great. It reminds me of myself in my younger days. I don't drink much alcohol anymore though, as I have a weak bladder.... :-( Shame though, as I used to love getting pissed.
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Post by justfred on Oct 9, 2011 17:37:57 GMT
I like this poem as well. Here at the rest home we arent allowed booze but I bribe Alison to bring me in some whisky in a Lucozade bottle which I have to down sharpish before the other patients steal.
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Post by Edna Sweetlove on Aug 21, 2014 13:04:22 GMT
Nothing beats a triple G&T on a yacht in the harbour at Cannes.
I remember being on a freebie there and I got totally ****ed.
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