Why is it that when I am out drinking until 4am that invariably, some bastard calls me before 10am? Not that I picked up the phone, of course, but it's the damn principle of the thing.
I seem to have come down with some kind of cold. I fully intend to whip it into submission with whiskey. No mere virus is going to slow me down, by God!
I seem to have come down with some kind of cold. I fully intend to whip it into submission with whiskey. No mere virus is going to slow me down, by God!
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[Edited on Oct 02, 2003]
I didn't drink for the first half of the week because of this damn cold. At work today I snuck a shot of some nice scotch, and it sure felt good on my throat.