don’t look at the swimming pool …
You ladies can keep your rum. Just don’t touch my Becherovka!
It’s just hidden.
I didn’t drink it all, honest, nope.
It was a band of pirates, yeah, that’s the ticket.
Last night, when my ship came in. Yeah.
The parrot drank a lot too.
Yeah, that’s the ticket.
The Parrot owes me money.
Ah hah! First shipment is here!
Tell ‘im to stop waterin’ teh rum! <hic>
Where’s that half-bottle of warm gin I
hid securely stashed behind the Bukowski section of the bookshelves?
Still behind the Bukowski section of the bookshelves. Why do they never look‽
Oh. Hmm. Oh.
OK, there it is. Where are there beard trimmings on the mouth of the bottle, and an odor that is more of BO and musk than that of juniper?
Hmm. Well, I should have some more around somewhere. Oh!!!
The hollowed out book of Under the Volcano! Yes, there must be!
I don’t even like gin…it just…there was a lot of it that I…“placed in strategic locations.”
Shaken, not stirred !
Aerating the wine, boss!
Shaking the bushes, boss!
Smoking in bed in a prone position, boss!
The new Kate Bush. Welcome to 2023 bingo!
Uh, sorry. Sometimes Frank’s tragedy just hits me out of nowhere.
But I know how to take care of that.
Says you and my Fitbit
It’s Delrin Day already?
OK, everybody contribute to the pick jar. And no gorilla snot or any of that jazz.
I mean, the Vanilla Ice track is barely a minute long.
And I don’t know that Bobby Brown created the term.