Cascarrones and more.
I’m unsure of the symbolism or the source, but it seems that a local idea is catching more prominence: cascarrones.
T-shirts:
I really should make one of these t-shirts up, a pink one, “Keeping laughing: it’s your girlfriend’s t-shirt.”
Scotch Drunk: Which, I would suggest, isn’t the same thing as “drunk on scotch,” or a drunken scotchman, although, it is a similar situation. It’s the new name I’ve got for the guy – usually males – who are in a good, expansive mood. Drunk. Slurring. Loud, rowdy and over the bar band’s noise, I can’t understand a word that the “scotch drunk” is saying. But it’s a good story, a garbled bunch of words, then a loud laugh.
Still giggling:
It’s one of those memories that comes swarming up from the leftover Saturday night images, it’s CR, on stage, about to introduce a song called “Love means never having to say you’re hungry,” and from the stage banter, he asked if everyone knew what the song was about.
“Hey, raise your hand if you don’t know what this song is about,” and he looked down, “okay, ask you husband, he should know.”
Laeti edimus qui nos subigant!
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“Where am I to go now that I’ve gone too far”
(You will come to know when the bullet hits the bone)
