|FULL MOON OVER BRAMPTON |
Which, for once, thanks to the miracle of filters and Photoshop, does not look as though it sucks the devil's pimpled ass.
What you are looking at here is a full moon over my townhouse complex. How much trouble do you think a girl can get into on a Friday night when there is both a full moon and a full bottle looming over her? Exactly. And I find one can either get into trouble or stay home and write. Tonight I went with the former, so I'm leaving you with this earlier post, below, about vodka tamponing to keep you company as well as to provide a clue as to what the hell kind of trouble I'm getting up to tonight. (Er, the vodka part. Not the tamponing part.)
Hope you enjoyed your Friday night, and remember, in the immortal words of my spiritual adviser, the great Dean Martin, "You're not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on."