First drinky-poo in ten days…knocked it over with my elbow…crystal shards everywhere…drinkypoo all over everything.
Oh, the humanity!
Welcome back, Leslie!
Now… drinky-poo?
Don’t mind if I do. One Cosmo, please. You can have my carpet analyzed if you don’t know how to make one.
Oh look, I typo’d the title of this thread. Apparently enough drinky-poo got ingested to make a difference.
(Hi, Sani! Long time no see!)
Well here, Sweetie! Have a drinky-poo all to yourself!
Don’t worry. I’ve set the time machine back to when 18 was legal drinking age. You’re fine!