I'm bloating up now. I think I have intolerances.
Or it could be water retention.
Never really seen the attraction of dying on the job. It's hardly the act of a caring lover to cark
it mid-thrust, is it? Plus it's likely to put her off for yonks.
It's probably the champagne. All that gas. Perhaps a comfortable vomit would help?
Perhaps he refers to 'la petite mort'?
I rather overdid things last night, I fear. My humours are overwhelmingly bilious this morning.
Speak for yourself. There's nothing petite about my morte, I can assure you.
Strange that it should be feminine, really, isn't it?
A surfeit, eh? I was dragged into Holland & Barret the other dayn where they were selling a thing
called Milk Thistle that claimed to clear out the liver after over-indulgence. It sounds spiffing. Amazing that medical science hasn't come across this wondrous cure, imo.
Textbook. Knew I could rely on you.
I've got to choose the colour scheme for my car this week.
The kit's due in September :cloud9:
I've just put the engine and ECU from one car together with the fusebox and body electronics of
another, all controlled by our own software.
Started first time :-)
I've been utterly insufferable about it all week :smug*******:
