So, another week of dealing with the Great (dim witted) British Public s over and I relax by going to a barbie, my third of the year. This one was a quiet affair witha just a few friends 'round at Dirty Fairy and Cool Car Guy's place. Ate steaming chunks of dead animal. Waffled lots, went home.
And you're sober?
Yep. Driving. It's a bummer. On the upside, it did allow me to waltz off with Slacker's fridge-freezer with the minimum of hassle. Note to self. Muffin wants his washing machine so if someone's going to help me shift it down two flights of stairs then she'd better start to sweet talk Agent Grey.
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