The Berndt Toast Gang had a “Spooky Drawing” drawing at our last meeting. Everyone brings in a “spooky” drawing and gets to trade for someone else’s.
Here’s mine (click for a larger version):
It seems that any time I try and bend the rules, there will be someone there to catch me out. Some people seem to be able to get away with sneaking down a one-way street the wrong way, moving to a better seat at a concert, or just cutting a line. Not me, I don’t even try anymore. It’s the Irish complexion, people know right away your fibbing because your face turns bright red.