Last week I had a few cocktails before retiring for the evening.

Translation?

I drank some beer and went to sleep.

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During the night, I awoke with a start. I was dreaming of being asleep in a hammock with someone I did not know.

In my dream, nestled in my armpit was a snoring head and an arm thrown across my chest.

Translation?

I was sleeping on my back and my throat was drying out.

When I woke up the Eddie decided to crawl up and pass out
with his snoring mug next to my ear, and his front leg across my chest.

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After some thought I rolled out of bed and got myself a drink of water.

Translation?

Eddie,
Move........come on......Move!
EDDIE!!!!


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Moral of the story?

Don't drink and dream...