I’m So Drunk I Can’t Even Think of a Title

The equation is easy:

1 Bee’s Knees + 2 Scarlett O’Hara’s + 1 Zombie + 1 Tom Collins = 1 Drunken Jamie.

The same combination also puts someone in a condition where one is able to watch the German Idol without further loss of self-respect because one finally discovers the magic that lies in screaming at one’s TV because the German audience is not only dumb but apparently deaf as well.

Damn, tonight I spent a total of 1.50 Euro calling for my favorite candidates. Like I didn’t have better things to spend that money on.

And just so you now, I do not feel responsible for any errors in spelling or grammar, neither will I take the blame for lack of coherency and/or wit in this blog entry. Put the blame on that last Tom Collins. I do believe it was deathly.