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Aug. 28th, 2016 09:34 pmMike spent the day with a bunch of his old bandmates and just walked in absolutely steaming drunk.
I'd left a chippy dinner out for him, he tried to pick up three sausages at the same time, dropped one and started crying, then the one he was already eating fell out of his mouth because he was crying. He screamed STUPID SEXY SAUSAGES and sat on the kitchen floor with a halfeaten sausage in each hand, taking alternate bites of them and repeatedly asking me if we have peanut butter.
Also, he is missing quite a big stripe out of his beard, and apparently in the course of the night they "mislaid" one of their group and got a weird formal whatapp message that sounded nothing like him when they asked where he was.
ETA: now he is singing about his pants to the tune of "you're the one that i want" from Grease and trying to put on one of my headbands. I'm not giving him the peanut butter.
I'd left a chippy dinner out for him, he tried to pick up three sausages at the same time, dropped one and started crying, then the one he was already eating fell out of his mouth because he was crying. He screamed STUPID SEXY SAUSAGES and sat on the kitchen floor with a halfeaten sausage in each hand, taking alternate bites of them and repeatedly asking me if we have peanut butter.
Also, he is missing quite a big stripe out of his beard, and apparently in the course of the night they "mislaid" one of their group and got a weird formal whatapp message that sounded nothing like him when they asked where he was.
ETA: now he is singing about his pants to the tune of "you're the one that i want" from Grease and trying to put on one of my headbands. I'm not giving him the peanut butter.
