Old Mac is sitting at his table, Liz Hurley look a like on his lap, 2 super large bowlsof chili,1 with Tesco's sauce and the other with Puke's in front of him, a pitcher of ice cold Coors, Party hat upon his noggin, party favors scattered all around, singing most blusterously, tapping his feet to the music which in turn caused the LH look a like on his lap to jiggle most deliciously, watching the Tigga gyrate his anatamy all over the dance floor in some sort of barbaric ritual and toting a mug of some type of liquid refreshment in each paw. AAHhh can't get much better the this, Where's that old Dogscoff, passed out in a cornor somewhere, he should be joining the "KAT" out on the dance floor with some lucious vixen on his arm....
a groggy but still partying Mac (ps I'm on my 3rd colostomy bag
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