Ohhhhhh.
That explains the drum on my head.

I can't dance. I have to sit here and weep.

Barroom Surprise

I saw you dancing tonight
While everyone else was supposing
And I heard that giggle
And I watched that wriggle
And I knew where you’d be after closing.

And I felt that pang
As the blues singer sang
And you stared into each others’ eyes
And my hopes and dreams
Fell apart at the seams
As I drank in that barroom surprise

The drum shall, too, pass.

I shall pass out. Soon. :rolleyes:

Um, I'm heading to the men's room -- something's trying to pass.

You probably had too much Pate Twinkie a l'Orange avec frisée et fourchette.

Or something.

:(
Well, here's your coke, Marcus.


But instead of lime I ordered you a satsuma...

...because unlike life, they're a cinch to open up, and easy to share.

Satsuma in Diet Coke? Ok, well, I'll try it.

Um ... want some?

:)

I meant some Diet Coke!

You got my joke!!

I'll have some red light raki for it's Feierabend :)

But... but... there's free beer for all who can say 'praty time' three times, without failing!

I'm feeling adventurous.


Perhaps the horror will help minimize the horror of having to memorize the citric acid cycle again.

^ :eek: looks like frogspawn