This week has gone by with alarming rapidity.
It seems only a few minutes since I sat and wrote my last post. Since then the week has been so busy that I’ve had hardly enough time to think let alone write. Oh I made a few comments on a couple of other blogs in the vain hope to increase traffic a bit. I told Claire how pleased I was that she’d passed her driving test; well done again Claire. I also replied to some nice comments from my good friend Wen and my new friend Sandro. Other than that its been work, work, work and more work.
So in an attempt to lighten things up at the end of the week I’ve decided to post a challenge for you.
Here goes;
Step 1. Get yourself nice and drunk.
Step 2. Approach a complete stranger.
Step 3. Repeat the following little rhyme as fast as you can;
“I’m not a pheasant plucker I’m a pheasant plucker’s son and I’m only plucking pheasants ’til the pheasant plucker comes.”
Step 4. Either fall about laughing hysterically like the drunken fool you are or run before you get your head reshaped by an angry fist.
If you have the bolas to do this, please report back to me. I also wish to start compiling a list of the best drunken pranks and drinking games. The best ones (if I receive any) will be posted on this blog every Friday as an inspiration to us all.
Have a fantastic Friday/Saturday night binge and a fun packed weekend.
