Some people take a hot water bottle to bed. Others take some hot skanky stranger.
I take a broom and an iPod.
And for no kinky reasoning other than that hissy-fitting insomniacal drunk possum.
It hisses. I bash. It charges about the ceiling. I bash the ceiling some more. This routine hits Hour 2, and I bring in the iPod.
Nee maar fok. Between the late night soccer (football) and the possum, I am doomed never to sleep during the day’s dark hours again.
I have World Cup Jet Lag & Possum Insomnia.
And that is why I can only type this much zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
2 comments:
ha ha, what an image.
I hope you gave that possum an extra bash for the (almost) dashed hopes of Bafana Bafana supporters everywhere.
Oh dear your drunken possum. Hey enjoy your trip in the Outback, it sounds so exciting!
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