La Reine D'Alcool

Well, I do admit I did imbibe perhaps a fluid ounce too much the night before last night. Though nothing can, not even ethanol stop me from brushing those remaining teeth with special drops of noble oils, it is for their salvation. Regarding in the mirror those finely chiselled, and extra handsome features, I brushed a minute longer, just to admire what I saw. But sabotage occurred there in the depth of night. Because I woke to find that someone must have come to change the landscape, that which had been civilised the night before, I swear and what I see this morning is a puszta full of tracks and byways off the highways as well as potholes and worn spots. It will be vital to discover very soon just who the culprit was, I'll let you know. Ooops, never mind my friends, it's late and I am just about to go to bed. The search is off because I looked, and found, while brushing choppers, that all has been restored to normal, somehow, in the daytime, wow, I'm thrilled, so once again I can admire chiselled features of such a handsome man, and one who does appear to not have aged in twenty years. Life can be good I say to her, La Reine d'Alcool.