Moore Money, Moore Problems

What's the best thing about running around the park for hours at a time? I'll tell you what! It's the fact that you feel like you might be sweating out a load of your rabies, even when you know that you aren't. What's the worst thing about running around the park for hours at a time? It makes you really sleepy! I'm only going to briefly summarize the points I was told about this next rumor, and tell them to you with little or no improvement or alteration.

Here's the deets.

Roger Moore went to a party.

Roger Moore got drunk.

Roger Moore told everyone he was Roger Moore for a bit. Everyone agreed that this was okay.

Roger Moore got more drunk.

Roger Moore started insisting he was James Bond. This was less okay.

Roger Moore proceeded to drink.

Several members of the party began to feel uncomfortable.

There was an altercation in a cloak room.

Roger Moore befouled a pot-plant.

Roger Moore was asked to leave.

Roger Moore did leave.

Roger Moore returned, screaming the theme tune to The Saint, and insisting he was Simon Templar.

Roger Moore was escorted from the premises by assorted boyfriends and husbands.

Roger Moore was seen fighting a swan at a park.

That's it.

I thought up a really funny cation to this whilst I was running earlier, but whether from exhaustion or dehydration caused from hours of running without drinking anything, I've forgotten it.