Stuffy
McStuff Stuff
By Bernie
Langer
There used to be a tiem when I lived a normal life. That was 1992. But it is no longer 1992. It's now 1994. I couold tell you about 1993. And I think I will.
1993 was an adventurous year for me. Or, so I'm told. All 12 months of the year 1993, I was unconcious. I was almost killed by a drunken sailor.
The question remains: what do you do with a drunken sailor early in the morning? Sure, you could shave his belly with a resty razor, or put him in a longboat 'til he's sober, but does that solve the great problem? Yes.
In conclusion- hey, hey, up she rises.