Not so much of a rant, more of a musing
Here’s a thing. I currently find myself at work, counting down the hours until I can go home. The sun has come out again following a torrential downpour, the blue sky is filled with little fluffy clouds, and my mind is turning to thoughts of a pint.

Or to be specific, a pint with Legless in the Sun Inn, as I haven’t seen him in ages. And this peeves me a bit.

Because he’s in Oz…

Bugger.
( Davros' Granddad is patient, reserved and measured in equal doses, Fri 2 May 2008, 16:08, closed)

Me too
WE MISS YOU LEGLESS!

*sniff*

Could we go for a pint anyway?
( Tourette's ( . )( . ) witnessed the decapitation of the honey monster, Fri 2 May 2008, 16:33, closed)

Whey aye
Like.
( Davros' Granddad is patient, reserved and measured in equal doses, Fri 2 May 2008, 16:43, closed)

No, more like
waay-haay! *gathers up legs and springs over to a pub*
(The Resident Loon Don't worry, we're from the Internet!, Fri 2 May 2008, 16:51, closed)

Leaps...
And knocks over pint and spills his nuts on the floor...
( Davros' Granddad is patient, reserved and measured in equal doses, Fri 2 May 2008, 16:54, closed)

not long now
The pub is calling me too. 4 minutes to go....
(Katzilla Is usually at work on, Fri 2 May 2008, 16:57, closed)

fucking big shiny bell-end
Ive just regained consciousness......

I gathered up my chubby little legs in readiness to leap to the pub.

Belly got in the way.

I lost my balance & consciousness upon twatting my head on the coffee table.

Missed the fucking pub.
( Tourette's ( . )( . ) witnessed the decapitation of the honey monster, Sat 3 May 2008, 14:06, closed)