Sheesh. It’s been quite the day here at the SDMB. We had a Limey Troll, a reg-gone-psycho, a heartbreaking thread about men crying, stuff about depressing movies…
I say we need a break, and we deserve it.
Come into my lounge, and pick one of the comfy seats. Please, feel free to help yourself to a drink at the bar. Let’s just wind down a bit, and share.
I’ll be right here, with my Glenmorangie and a mild Havana.
Hey, this chair sucks. I want Yojimbo’s chair! The cushions on my chair are all lumpy.
Besides, Yojimbo’s not using it. He’s planted himself at the bar. I think he needs to lay off the whiskey a bit, if you ask me. He’s beginning to slur his words.
& Cnote is beginning to word his slurs…behave or we’ll make you sit in the beanbag & you’ll never get out…could be an advantage as long as the whiskey keeps coming.
I’ll have a drink & pass you one if someone explains what I’ve missed & who needs consolation/chocolate/whatever to help - oh & I’ll have to wade in & defend the honour of the limeys too…but I’ll have a drink first & listen to some jazz, move up a little, Milo, let a girl sit down…
We limeys (or in my case, fake limeys) have had quite enough today (fuel crisis, pound collapse, general widespread panic) without CDMilk causing more trouble. God, what a joke.
God only knows now. It’s too late in the evening for me to check (though I’m sure the OANDA currency converter is still running, although even it may have overloaded its circuits today).