Even as I write this, I am not able to find the right keys. Spelllling mishtakes may please be ignored, as I am drunkkk.
My present problem with words could be blamed on the Russians. After all, weren`t they the ones to invent (or is it discover?) Vodka.
BTW, the brand is Romanov. And the quality is very less – healthy people require very little to get a high, I was once told by a drunkard friend.
When I am drunk, I become a literary expert. The best in me emerges from behind the shadows of my guilt, which I have plenty when I am sober.
From when ethanol starts jogging all over my body, to the time when it affects my cerebellum and ends up giving me a hangover, I am at my creative best. Does that mean I can come to office drunk?
Here goes the Drunken Monk`s verbiage –
Did you know the names of all continents start and end with the same alphabet. And Europe is the only continent that starts with ‘E` and ends in ‘E`. As for others, it is ‘A`.
While we are on the subject of words, maybe I should relate what Mark twain once said of a dictionary: “I have read it so often, but always seemed to have missed the plot.” Better still, Ralf Emerson was heard saying, “Every word was once a poem.” Righto, professor!
Ever wondered why a bunch of `words` when joined together could convey a meaning so piercing? Just remove the ‘s` from behind and put it in the front…. And what you get is a `sword.` Impressed? So am I.
I did not change the text after getting sober.