Thissss one issss essspecially for Aunty & Marco
Hello.
Thissssss isssss the ssssssnake. I'm here to inform you that I have eaten Red. She'ssssssssssss large, ssssssso it took me sssssssseveral hoursssssss to devour her. For my trouble, her hair hassssssss given me a bad casssssse of indigessssssstion and *cough* hairballssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.
Oh, shut up Cobra.
It's me, loveys. And no, the slimy bastard hasn't gotten me... yet.
However, last night I encountered something which proved to be far more dangerous to my health than any venomous, fork-tongued reptile: two friends and a bottle (or three) of red wine. The one bottle's top collided with my lips... and after that everything became a bit muddled and befuddled. And today the Hangover From Hell has me by the head, pounding the living daylights out of my skull.
The upside about the hangover is that I feel so ill, I don't even CARE about the possible presence of the snake in the house anymore. In fact, right around now, I'd consider a fatal snake bite to my person to be a bit of a merciful favour.
When will I learn that I am, despite my size (SUV), surprisingly light on fuel?
Thissssss isssss the ssssssnake. I'm here to inform you that I have eaten Red. She'ssssssssssss large, ssssssso it took me sssssssseveral hoursssssss to devour her. For my trouble, her hair hassssssss given me a bad casssssse of indigessssssstion and *cough* hairballssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.
Oh, shut up Cobra.
It's me, loveys. And no, the slimy bastard hasn't gotten me... yet.
However, last night I encountered something which proved to be far more dangerous to my health than any venomous, fork-tongued reptile: two friends and a bottle (or three) of red wine. The one bottle's top collided with my lips... and after that everything became a bit muddled and befuddled. And today the Hangover From Hell has me by the head, pounding the living daylights out of my skull.
The upside about the hangover is that I feel so ill, I don't even CARE about the possible presence of the snake in the house anymore. In fact, right around now, I'd consider a fatal snake bite to my person to be a bit of a merciful favour.
When will I learn that I am, despite my size (SUV), surprisingly light on fuel?
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Of course, if that be true, and it did take a bite, you could be sited for animal cruelty. Killing a cobra by means of alcohol poisoning ;-)
Marco, you forgot one thing: In the event that the cobra really does take a nibble from my wine-pickled body, I'd be POSTHUMOUSLY cited for murdering it. (Although, in this case, it would be man(snake?)slaughter.) I'm deriving a lot of consolation from the fact that the Red and the reptile would both be hissssssstory then. Nyahahahahaha.
Hurrah, you're alive. We shall all rejoice... and then you'll shout at us "BE QUIET" because your head hurts!
I reckon you'd survive the snake attack because the venom probably would only work if there was blood left in your alcohol stream, and there's probably none!
Wine kills me too... it's just a evil drink designed solely for the purpose of giving hangovers!
Aunty, as part of my punishment for drowning my sorrows in wine the other night - which then rendered me completely useless yesterday - I'm now drowning in work! That's why I haven't replied to your e-mail yet. (Sorry!) One of the friends who instigated the entire wine-swigging session is adamant that my STILL ongoing headache has absolutely nothing to do with him and his constant, eager refilling of my glass, but everything to do with my own ongoing sleep deprivation. He is house sitting this reptile infested joint with me, but staying safely in the adjacent apartment, far away from where the snake skin was found. So guess which one of us is sleeping more soundly than the other?
One would think the manly, chivalrous thing to do would be to swap sleeping places with you!!
The snake has sucked the chivalry right out of him. That's why chivalry is now dead. Har har har. No, I'll be sure to tell him. (Do you hear that, B? What do you have to say in your own, feeble defense?)
Still alive?
I was going to put the 'trouser snake' joke up but I thought I best not... :-)
So, you've been very quiet...