When I’m asked for my opinion on something, I give it. Sometimes when I’m not asked for my opinion, I give it. One time, I thought someone thought about asking for my opinion and I gave it quicker than a cheetah chasing a rat up a drain pipe. The same cannot be said for Thirsty Dave. The man has made sitting on the fence into an art form. Born and bred in a pub, when Scurvy Jane asked him if he preferred beer or spirits, he only went and gave a two-hour speech on the benefits of both. Last week I asked him if he would rather be stuck in an elevator with Bon Jovi singing a Justin Bieber song or Justin Bieber singing a Bon Jovi song. True to form, he immediately sat on the fence and has slept there since:
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4 thoughts on “The fence – the best form of attack.”
He looks pretty damn cozy if you ask me. Which you didn’t, but I gave you my opinion anyway.
Opinions are cool and if that opinion happens to be the same as mine, then that’s cooler again.
I always admired people who can rest anywhere although Thirsty Dave is in a class all by himself!
The thirsty one once fell asleep on a roller coaster!
He looks pretty damn cozy if you ask me. Which you didn’t, but I gave you my opinion anyway.
Opinions are cool and if that opinion happens to be the same as mine, then that’s cooler again.
I always admired people who can rest anywhere although Thirsty Dave is in a class all by himself!
The thirsty one once fell asleep on a roller coaster!