Oh boy, the walk of shame… don’t we all know it?
If I am lucky I’ll get home before those seals wake up and make me regret this really fantastic night with their unpleasant voices!
Well on the other hand, just look at them, they do start young and they surely give “walk of shame” a whole different meaning! Don’t they have a home? Just crashing on the walkway and being obstacles to me and anyone else here. That is just so lazy! I mean what happened to the good old times, when you crawled home on all four with a head too heavy to hold up… Someone should teach those seals about how it’s done properly – look at me!
It was a great night! And isn’t it as well how you end the night that makes the difference between a good night and a great night? Come on, I’m sure you are remembering those nights that ended with my current activity more fondly than the other ones?
It is really light though – I mean I can barely see where I am … ouch!
Maybe I should try something new? Maybe we old should try out some things the young do. It does feel quiet comfy here, warm wood under my belly, I can even put my head against this so it doesn’t fall over. And there are really many seal-road-blocks left on my way home… maybe I should stay here… just till the road-blocks remove themselves… it wouldn’t hurt- would it?