Another night

[The Flying Cow]

of binge drinking

unfurls.

Let us see where the night takes one.

[clocker]

of binge drinking

unfurls.

Let us see where the night takes one.

It's already lead us into the Land of Mismatched Subjects and I'll wager it only gets worse.

[The Flying Cow]

Last thing I saw of my mate he lunged down from the veranda onto the neighbour below's shutter, bounced off there and landed on the street.

Haven't seen him scints.

True story.

[chalice]

Follow the trail of blood and brain matter and Robert's your mother's brother.

Win.

[The Flying Cow]

Trying to avoid confrontation with the neighbours, more like.