On the subject of gifts…
Well, whatdya know? Look what the cat dragged in! A drinking buddy for Donnie! Oi, Paddy, I’ll shout ya a beer, kid.
But hands off the women, sweet talkin’ Sweetman, they’re with me!!
Well, whatdya know? Look what the cat dragged in! A drinking buddy for Donnie! Oi, Paddy, I’ll shout ya a beer, kid.
But hands off the women, sweet talkin’ Sweetman, they’re with me!!
“Sourcing components”, Donnie? That’s a very 21st Century turn of phrase…
I’m a forward-thinking kinda guy, kid.
Donnie’s so hot! A mind for all ages!
Geez, Oscar…
No, no, Donnie. Nothing to do with me!
OMG Oscar pranked Donnie!! ROTFL!!!
Maybe we could have a “Draw Donnie a Body” coloring contest!!!
You guys crack me up!!!
Yep. I’m back. PTL, Meggie. PPPPPTL! (Geez, that Timmy guy wouldn’t give over on the subject!)
Oh Donnie! I’m so relieved to see you! Or…well…part of you, at least…. What happened to your new body, Donnie?
Well, kid, you were right. I got stuck. I was trying to – how d’ya say it? toggle? – yeah, toggle, between one thing and another and that darn cadaver got trapped between the pages. I spent the whole goddamn weekend trying to wrench myself outta there and, in the end, my only chance of escape was to leave the thing behind…
Donnie, drink makes all of us philosophers! Good to have you back; although without a body, you’re brain’s in danger of getting wet even faster. You need filtration for the fire water!
Christa, I missed ya!
Ossssar says he’s gonna get me ‘nother body. Dunno where he got the last pile o’ bones from but I sure hope he’s shoppin’ somewhere else this time!
Get off the sauce Mr. Donnie. You are not a child anymore. You are a grown man. Well, a grown head anyway. Get off the sauce. It will be the end of you even swifter than my father’s furnace. Consider yourself warned.
Geez, I woke up in this! Whered’it come from?…Oscar?…Meggie?
Oh, I rather like the country squire look you’ve got going there, Donnie!;-) Beats the diagonal frock coat, if you ask me…
I quite agree with Oscar, Mr. Donnie. Now if only your comportment can match your attire, you may even be welcome in my court.
OMG Donnie Incarnate! PTL! PTL! IDK how it happened Donnie, but it’s amazing! Can you feel your limbs? Can you walk? What do you want to do now? It’s a true miracle from Deus ex Machina!
Wheress the kid? Whassis name? Oscar? Osssar?
Whass this place? A saloon? A salon? Whose runnin’ this joint? Can no one give a thirsty vent a drink round here?
Firewood my friend! Firewood! Best sober up that tongue! My father would have had you swiftly in the furnace. Actually, beheaded first, and then in the furnace!
Harsh much? OMG Izzy! Lighten up! Donnie had a few drinks. Who hasn’t? He seems like a nice Irish boy.
How’s it going Donnie?
Meg, kid, howya doin’?
I’m doin pretty good Donnie, how’s it with you?
Except I’m not in Potsdam anymore. I’m in Sydney where you can’t even get a real beer. What do you like to drink, Donnie?
Listen, Princess, don’t cast stones at me kid – you Romans sure knew how to down a few bevvies..As for the beheading. Geez, if only my 19th century body remained to chop off! I’m all mouth, kid;-)
Er…Donnie…Izzy’s from Florence, not Rome.
All roads lead to Rome, kid.
Thank you for coming to my assistance Oscar dear.
Mr. Donnie, Oscar is correct. I certainly am not from that vulgar city! I am a Fiorentini, thank you.
Perhaps you are confused because my psychopathic ex-husband Paolo lived in Rome (another good reason not to visit) Perhaps you and Paolo should commiserate, Mr. Donnie. I’m confident your ilk would have much in common.
Or perhaps you are confused simply because of your continual state of intoxication. Either way, it is of little consequence to me.
(sings): Meg O’Ryan, O’ Meg Ryan…Meg…Meggie.
When I first said I loved only you Maggie. Meggie. and you said you loved only meeeeee…
What do I drink? Anything, kid. Anything. My jaw aches. If Miss High-n-mighty Medici crawled out of The Five Points like I gone dun, reckon she’d understand better, eh, Meg. Meggie, eh!?
So, Sydney, kid, Syndey. I dunno if I should even know where that is…Keep on doin’ fine, kid. Don’t fall for the devil drink.
Patrick J. Sweetman 00:51 on 20/02/2014 Permalink |
Hey Donnie, you’re looking dapper. Not as dapper as me though. I’ll post my new profile pic shortly. The sideburns look much better on me in the 19C than my gggs. At least I’m of my time. He looks like a B movie 1970s throwback (he disqualifies for the 1850s as he doesn’t have enough bowties). But as I told him if he keeps them for long enough they’ll be back in fashion. Hopefully he’ll still be alive when they do. I’d offer you a pint but according to the clairvoyant I went to we lost the Brewery in the 1890s and were bought out by an upstart stout makers called Guinness. Anyway lets go for a beer. Any good virtual bars around here? PJ
Donnie Archer 03:59 on 20/02/2014 Permalink |
Geez, PJ, thanks for complimentin’ my clobber. To tell ya the truth, I’m not entirely sure where today’s togs came from. I’ve been through a few “wardrobe rotations” over the past coupla weeks. (I’m guessin’ You Know Who has plenty to do with this).
Sorry to hear about the demise of your family’s business. That’s low, kid.
I dunno about “good virtual bars” but I’ll imbibe at any ole waterin’ hole with you. Would be a pleasure to have your company!