Sharon spilled coffee on my new shirt while we were in the lounge this morning. I told her it was fine and we had a good laugh about the whole thing. If she does it again I'll stab her in the fucking throat with my pen.
She's a good kid.

One of the joys of top notch taste receptors is getting to enjoy the full flavour without the nasty hangover.

I guess I just wanted to show you that there's two sides to every victory. Those who live to revel in it, and those who died making it happen.

Even at the worst of times, things aren't so bad when you're around, sir/mum.

Anything that can kill a man, I sell. Except suicidal depression.That is unfortunately not packageable.