*He finds his feet under him, though how is really unclear to his brain, as it’s located very far away from his feet and currently pickling in firewhiskey.*
‘M up. I’m up. I’m not Dora. I’m up. Seriously. Ha. Seriously up. Ha.
*He’s clearly not very good at “up,” though, judging by how he leans on the table and still manages to sway.*
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Date: 2011-03-21 12:49 am (UTC)‘M up. I’m up. I’m not Dora. I’m up. Seriously. Ha. Seriously up. Ha.
*He’s clearly not very good at “up,” though, judging by how he leans on the table and still manages to sway.*
You sending me home, then?