Tonight was the last night for smoking in NSW’s pubs. In honour of this we drank and we smoked. Consequently, my lungs are about to explode and liver is about to burst. Not a bad night then, yeah?
I also bitched and moaned to a willing ear and made fun of myself and of the world at large. We got poetical and then political and bemused those around us.
The biggest thing was that I wasted, absolutely wasted, a schooner by sharing ¾ of it with the floor. I do apologise to whichever god I offended and hope that they are appeased by my contriteness and the fact that I had to buy another to replace that which was lost.
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I know have the song 'losing my religion' in my head. The gods, clearly, hate me. I think that something broke today.
At least it's not the song "it's the end of the world as we know it"
... losing your religion doesn't blow things entirely, hey, it happens to lots of people, the same ones who lose their mobiles every six months and leave their laptops in taxis.
I never had religion to start with.
It took me ages to work out what song it was and then I nearly cried from the sheer bloody horror of it.
I've always really liked "it's the end of the world as we know it" -
It's so upbeat, so happy, puts a spring in my step and makes me smile.
I had religion, enforced.
I've been an atheist for many decades since then.
Had the whole things sussed by the age of 12.
My daughter was raised godless less, faithless, free of a dogma to call her own. She was unharmed in the process.
At every pub I've been to lately, it seems like everyone was having "one big final puff". I think it would have been great for a pub somewhere to have a down a countdown like New Years Eve... 10, 9, 8...
Caz, I have no issue with atheism. In fact, I'm quite the devotee.
James, we were too retarded to think of that but it's an awesome idea.
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