3 days in the bush can feel like an eternity. Well, three days anywhere can feel like an eternity. Three days on a bus. Three days in pergatory. Three days in shame. All, a long, long time.
Luckily, three days in the bush can be very very funny. And there are two routes to funny.
1. Time. Anything can become funny over a long period of time. Except "Friends" obviously.
2. Liquor. It's the shortcut to funny. It's the shortcut to fun. And if you've got three days to fill with fun, why not stay there. It's a long way back from sober.
Liquor is an iinteresting little number. Next time you're sitting around with your mates, stop and have a look. Who's drinking out of thirst? And who's drinking out of spite for their liver. It must suck to be a liver these days. I bet they tell tales of their Great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grand parents processing roughage. Or their first bit of meat. Nowadays it's like they're stuck on the Travelator in Gladiators, and every weekend it speeds up a bit more. They keep running and running as other organs cheers them on from the stands with "homemade" signs and the occassional piece of post-production commentary...
"he's doing it hard on the travelator, I'm starting to wonder whether this liver will live-r-nother day."
I don't know who commentates on Gladiators, but it'll always be a very poor mans Dennis Cometti.
Should have said that in the bush. Would have been classic. If not for all the crickets.
Luckily, three days in the bush can be very very funny. And there are two routes to funny.
1. Time. Anything can become funny over a long period of time. Except "Friends" obviously.
2. Liquor. It's the shortcut to funny. It's the shortcut to fun. And if you've got three days to fill with fun, why not stay there. It's a long way back from sober.
Liquor is an iinteresting little number. Next time you're sitting around with your mates, stop and have a look. Who's drinking out of thirst? And who's drinking out of spite for their liver. It must suck to be a liver these days. I bet they tell tales of their Great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grand parents processing roughage. Or their first bit of meat. Nowadays it's like they're stuck on the Travelator in Gladiators, and every weekend it speeds up a bit more. They keep running and running as other organs cheers them on from the stands with "homemade" signs and the occassional piece of post-production commentary...
"he's doing it hard on the travelator, I'm starting to wonder whether this liver will live-r-nother day."
I don't know who commentates on Gladiators, but it'll always be a very poor mans Dennis Cometti.
Should have said that in the bush. Would have been classic. If not for all the crickets.
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