If I’m half in the sack, I’m usually just sleeping funny
… and not crawling into bed with anyone.
note: where I grew up, a “half-sack” was a “six pack of beer“: twelve beer was a case.
I never made a case out of the half-sack business though. I wasn’t a lawyer .. or Jesus with those loaves … or that annoying character from the Charles Dickens‘ book that does specials on TV about disappearing the Statue of Liberty … or anything.
Today I discovered that Today #274 was incorrect, so now it’s correct … except for the first part being incorrect anymore.