It’s been a long time since I’ve posted a Toonlet. Â It’s not that I don’t have any material. Â There are volumes of one liners perfectly suited for cartoons. Â And boy do I know some characters. Â It just slipped my mind for some reason.
This particular situation occurred on a night that began in an airport bar in Atlanta, continued on a trans-Atlantic flight, moved to a hotel bar in Limerick, then to a rugby match (sneaky with the flasks), some local pubs, a dance club, a miserably hot and humid train ride to Dublin sitting across from a guy who sniffed snuff every 45 seconds or so, a car ride to a pub out in the country with a driver who had never driven on the left side of the road, and another rugby match.