It’s a common misconception that not washing hyper frequently makes a person smell, and it’s balls.
I have just bought sixteen litres of highly caffeinated “Energy Drink”. It will arrive the day after tomorrow. I got a really good deal for it, thankfully.
Ah, parenthood: it’s great isn’t it? Except for those times when it isn’t quite.
This is about the bad times: the good times can speak for themselves.
The whole United Kingdom is far too warm, and boy we are complaining about it. It’s not like we don’t like hot weather, it’s just that we don’t want to live in it.
Involuntary schemes; awash with the spite of a thousand millennia. Now I see the way I am heading, I’m fine.
Floorboards creaked underfoot as I made my way back through the house. I had never been in a house like this, yet it was utterly familiar in layout.
I like a drink, and I always have. The problem is what comes the following day.