Life looks so much better through the fish-eye lens of slightly too much beer. If I've pissed any of you off in the last couple of days, I apologise. My brain is a fickle thing, easily affected by chemicals, whether home-grown or imported. I won't promise not to do it again, because it occurs to me that I've done that rather too many times already. Instead, I shall only say that you have my permission to tell me to fuck off and grow up next time I do it. My life really isn't so bad. It's a little lonely at times, but it could be far worse. If I could keep my rampaging envy in check, I suspect I'd be doing fine.
Thanks, guys. I know I can be a tit at times. Thanks for letting me get away with it.
Thanks, guys. I know I can be a tit at times. Thanks for letting me get away with it.