Following one very enjoyable beer festival
I woke up to find that I had a stone cold (and very full) cup of tea in one hand and a equally cool but significantly more flaccid keema naan in the other. Considering I had settled down for a post booze munch some eight hours previously I thought this quite an achievement.

EDIT: no I don't wank in the tea, nor did anyone else...I think.
( number5 has been fighting tramps and losing., Thu 23 Jun 2011, 16:30, 3 replies)

Thank god for microwaves, eh?
TIA
(CADmonkey rollllllllled another one, just like the other one, Thu 23 Jun 2011, 19:21, closed)

I find it a modern marvel that we can sleep in one of two ways. Tossing and turning so you're wearing your duvet cover, with a pillow case for a hat. Or like some necrophiliacs dream. I do both. Never managed the tea hand though. Bravo.
(feedingtimeatthezoo day 1 of his bikini diet started, Fri 24 Jun 2011, 1:42, closed)

I think there are some monks
who would kill for that kind of Zen.
(boozehound is drinking your bar dry, Fri 24 Jun 2011, 10:45, closed)