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Originally Posted by zelda_pinwheel
that's my excuse too. (well... i've had some, but it hasn't taken effect yet.)
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I got it instantly. It's that smarmy bastiche from Accounts. He never puts in enough, denies he had a second drink, always "forgets" his wallet, sneaks out before his shout of drinks. But the quivering little spit of mobile squirrel snot won't be doing it again, when I get Adrian to pull the tight, tiny turdface's colon out via his left nostril.
No, no, settle down. This lunch is on me, friends.
Cheers,
Marc (or, as my auditors say "A penny for your BRAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNSSS!")