Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Saturday, February 28, 2004

Anfy (plonking down a bottle of white, three centimetres left in the bottom): You may now drink this.
Me: Uh. Right now?
Anfy: I'll give you ten seconds. OK, twenty.
Me: Can I have a something to drink it out of?
Anfy: No, I think you swig from the bottle. You with the white, me with the red.

It's all class in this household.

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