Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Shake Dem Bones

Good evening, my friends. You may call me Red Skeleton. I see by the clock the cocktail hour is upon us. I'm quite sure a cold one is now in order after a rather trying day at work, unless of course you work the graveyard shift.
I will be more than happy to shake one up for you. Don't worry about drinking and flying, I've got your back, backbone that is. Come to think of it, I also have your thighbone, legbone, jawbone, etc. etc. As you can see, there are no skeletons in my closet. They're all out in the open for all to see, warts and all. I kill myself sometimes.
In case you were wondering, I can also do a mean Shirley Temple. On the good ship, lollipop! That's quite enough of that. What will it be? Don't be shy. Name your poison. I personally prefer a very dry, very cold, dirty martini. So cold, it chills you to the bones.
I must warn you, though, I do make a very dirty martini. In fact, you could say they are down right swampy, guaranteed to put you on the ground or in the ground, whichever you prefer.
So what do you say? I say, here's looking at you kid. Or better yet, here's mud in your eye. I've got a million of 'em.

6 comments:

Garden Antqs Vintage said...

Deb, you just crack me up with your posts. Reminds me of the sin juice that the Saints, Sinners & Virgins offered at their party, was very strong, not a pretty site!! I loved this post!

Sweet Repose said...

I'm afraid to ask for a double, with all the deleted comments...oh hell, bottoms up girl, you crack me up!!! I like the way you celebrate Halloween!

THE VERANDA said...

I'll take a Zombie, please!

Primitiques 'n Poetry said...

Did someone say drinks? Bring 'em on girlfriend! ~Mindy

Cher said...

My blogger ghoulfriend!

The Texas Woman

trash talk said...

Too many nut jobs out there.