Sitting on a bunch of known infected BCu don't know the acronoms.
Got I wish I glcared. Srs.
I ave 3/4 bottles. I'll drain pour them in 10. Years, aybe.
The long version of the story is best told when you and I are inevitably drunk together sometime over the next 10 years.
The short version of the story is that in my last job, I was imitating a guy working from me from deep Kentucky saying ridiculous **** to me. He had apparently heard me (and was there the whole time insert storytime), and a few minutes later when he and my friend and I were talking decided to imitate me imitating him speaking Kentucky.
I feel like you just did that for me but instead used your British Motherland accent. I love you.