Ramblings on a indigested stomach

It always happens to me. I get invited to a fucking party with no booze and so i gorge on what I am not supposed to eat at home. A feeding frenzy. And like clockwork this indigestion will start by the time I reach home. Missus tries to smell my breath surreptiously. I blow out. She trots back sleepily mimbling a missed nag-chance. my ulcers begin to knock around. i reach for water and more water. I fart loudly. I burp loudly. This is a colon : and this is a semi-colon ; - what's a semi-truck? I try to figure out the answer. Perhaps its this [ -8 or ~o/o] I dunno, it aggravates my tummy. I reach for the bottle and pour myself some brown rum and then trudge to the fridge to get some chilled water. Missus wakes up in the next room and so I drink more water and come back and gulp my drink. What the fucxk, it all gets mixed up eventually, doesnt make a difference if its in my tummy or in my glass.

I hurry to the next drink and the burping and the farting stops. I open the door to let the atmosphere out and missus thinks I am stepping out to sneak in. Aaah, the door to the home is open, the curtains billowing an invitation. Shall i crossover to home or shall I stay at my house. Let me fix another drink. Sigh!!!!