Have fun but be safe! And please, follow the example of Noel and Gertrude and put some class into your evening. I'm going home right now to put on my smoking jacket and pour myself a cognac in preparation for a classy, high falutin' evening. See you in the New Year.
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I've been wearing my smoking jacket all month in preparation.
I wear mine to work... just in case.
No need to ask me to be careful! I'm boring!
Then I won't ask!
Fine! Don't! I didn't want you to anyway!
I'm not involving myself in this unpleasantness, lest it muss my lovely smoking jacket.
I don't smoke. I wear my lifejacket just in case I slip into the river.
Oh you don't want me to, huh Bill! Well in that case - Be careful! Ha!
Neil, I keep my smoking jacket scotch-guarded for just such occurences.
Marilyn, lifejacket, huh? You wouldn't happen to be celebrating New Year's Eve aboard the S.S. Poseidon now would you?
The police have my jacket and they say it's as long as my arm, which makes no sense to me at all, but that's cops for you.
I had an interesting New Year's Eve in the theatre. Listened to Bill Petersen talk for 80 minutes about being a drunk. I almost felt a little tipsy meself, lads.
The current banner reminds me of that classic quote from The Blogfather II:
Jonathan: "I know it was you Bill R.. You broke my heart. You broke my heart!"
Arbo, my jacket has nice wrap-around arms that tie in the back. And it's all white. I'm typing this comment with my nose.
Marilyn, sounds interesting. Would you be willing to pay me to tell you drunk stories? I really don't have many and most were in my college days but if you're paying, I'll tell them to you.
Peter, I told Bill, "Don't run. You're still my blog brother!" But he just took off. Scaredy-cat.
Bill, DON'T GO FISHING!
Don't listen to her Bill. Fishing is a very relaxing activity. In fact, I'll let you in on a little secret: Say a Hail Mary before each cast and you'll be guaranteed to catch a fish. Go on try it. Today!
You know what sounds like fun right now? Fishing.
That's great! Let me just call my good friend Al Neri. He's the best boatsman there is. He'll take you out to the lake and won't bother you at all while you fish. Yeah, Al's a great guy. He'll be over to pick you up in about an hour.
Super! Hey, can he sit behind me in the boat? I have a thing about always wanting to be in the front. While I'm fishing.
No problem, Al loves sitting in the back! Catch me a big fish okay?
You got it, buddy!
Bill...Bill...
[as Neri fires, the bullet ricochets off of the steel plate in Bill's head killing Neri who falls out of the boat]
Bill: [unharmed and without looking up] Way to scare the fish off with that firecracker Neri! [to himself] Geez, Jonathan was totally wrong about this guy. He's a moron.
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