Chowder

The theme for today is my alcohol blood level and the effect it's had on my motor-functions and cognitive reasoning ability. It's taken me five hours to write that last sentence and I don't understand what it means.


If you’d like me to come and talk at your brothers, sisters, son’s, egg’s etc school about why drinking is neither big nor clever but always has the effect of making you feel both simultaneously, I will. Anyway, I thought this was funny: