|
I remember coming home and finding a bunch of drunk, giggling guys all full of hilarity because my ex-BIL had passed out drunk, and they had duct taped his sorry ass and drawn all over him and stuck marshmallows and shit on him. He was moaning and twitching and generally acting like a confused drunken idiot who would wake up soon and be royally p'o'd at everyone in sight. I firmly insisted they release him (the sight and the thought of this going on in my house sickened me), but boy they got a kick out of having had him all bound up for a few hours while they partied.
__________________
And now to disengage the clutch of the forebrain ... 
I'm going with this - if you like artwork visit http://markfineart.ca
|