Mate, your Wednesday night sounds great! And nothing like my Wednesday night.
Not that I can complain. I had Indian takeaway that really hit the motherflipping spot. Then I watched an episode of QI totally uninteruppted. Then I went to bed at 9:30 because I was exhausted after a bad night sleept the night before and attending the Fowles' renovator auction where I had to fight every tradey, man, his pregnant wife and their dog for hot deals on bathroom vanities and laundry sinks. So I guess you could say RIPing kind of sounds like my Wednesday night. But not in the same way that it sounds like James Gandolfini's.
No comments:
Post a Comment