Oh dear.
It's...ten o'clock.
I'm not at work.
Damn you, Transit Workers! Damn you and your reasonable tactics!
I partied a little hard last night, and we have an unexpected houseguest; Mr. Hangover.
Mister Whiskey Hangover.
Oh dear.
It's...ten o'clock.
I'm not at work.
Damn you, Transit Workers! Damn you and your reasonable tactics!
I partied a little hard last night, and we have an unexpected houseguest; Mr. Hangover.
Mister Whiskey Hangover.
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You can keep him. I've had him over too many times and hea leaves a mess.
The Bells, the Bells!
Mr. D, I do declare that is the worst joke this year. And there's been a lot of time for it to be beaten.
Ever glad to noblesse oblige!