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Originally Posted by nomesque
You know it's time to leave work and go home when... your coffee inexplicably tastes like fish.
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I can explain...
I was trying to slip some of the blue one into your coffee, when Adrian went whistling past (literally - he's been whistling DixieGal ever since she made crazy-eyes at him...and I mean
crazy!) and bumped me, inevitable knocking what was next to the blue one into your coffee.
If you think feeling drunk is bad, imagine what it feels like to that fish (and before all the harrumphing little Hitchhikeroids jump on that, yes I blatantly plagiarised it, but if you piss me off with your pedantic, there-was-no-humourist-before-Douglas-Adams-esque preciousness I'll go back in time and have Montsnmags Enterprises prepublish all of Mr. Adams books in 1970 but authored by a 14yo Mel Gibson, and by about this time you won't be so farkin' proud of them then, will you?).
BTW, g'day, nomesque. Nice to meet a fellow Queenslander (and, as a BTW to the BTW, I lived in Ipswich - Amberley actually - for 3.5 years, from school years 6 to halfway through 9). Can I get you a (better tasting) drink, before bedtime?
Cheers,
Randomly MC, Barman, CEO, and invisible-gibbon-whisperer,
Marc