Brandy + me = Drink brandy at club. ☛ Get upset that club has closed (I mean, it's only 4 am?)Originally Posted by Maplassie
☛ Drive around Durban with a mate who knows an Indian corner-cafe that sells him "Brandy" (more like Diesel) in a brown paper bag. ☛ Go to another mate's house and drink some more. ☛ Go home and see your husband sleeping. ☛ Shout at husband (I mean, *Why is he ignoring me?) ☛ Communicate frustration to innocent bystander AKA built-in-cupboard. ☛ Hear loud crack, see white spots and lights at the end of tunnels while experiencing searing pain. ☛ Pass out on couch. ☛ Wake up and go to work.
☛ Wide-eyed colleague points out that hand is swollen, black, with fingers pointing in opposite directions. ☛ Surgeon reports that hand is broken in two places. ☛ 9 000 Rand's worth of surgery fees and two pins later ...
LIKE A BOSS ... OF IDIOCY!
WARNING: GRAPHIC CONTENT.
*Couldn't possibly be because it's 5 am on a "school night", he's deep in REM sleep and has to get up in an hour's time.
So, yeah ... this is me reaching for the Chivas instead of the KWV.
