Heck I´ve been drinking coffee for the past five hours.Carlsberg´s a calling me.You got any down there bar man?
Seein' as how this is one a them there "virtual" shabeens, we got anything you can dream up . . .
I´ll curb my wild imagination and settle for a cold Carlsberg thankyou.
<shudder> beer in the morning? brrrrrrrrrr
I'm having coffee please.
Good grief no.The stuff makes me shiver.Regular "Hof" for me.
I´ve got 6 long hours on you folks.I´m getting parched over here.
Barkeep Boss Man, Sir --
No more history??? What about the Picts?
Ahh yes,you´re Western seabord.8 or 9 perhaps?
I think it is about 5:15 a.m. where she's at, Boss . . . Piffka's an addict, Piffka's an addict . . . as for the Picts, they're a lovely people, I'm sure, but they were damned inhospitable when we happy, laughing Irishters came over to pick up a little unused real estate in Scotland (named fer the Irish, you know, the sons and daughters of Scota) . . .
God. You had to say it twice??? I'm still on NY time and don't know if I'll get off. I like these quiet mornings.
I knew I shouldn't have asked an Irishman. I asked another and he tried to tell me the Picts couldn't possibly have been Celtic. I've read that the truth of that hostility may be in question. But everybody loves to read about bloodshed.
My clock doesn´t even HAVE 5:15 am on it.
Too bad for you. It's the best time of day. Fresh. Nobody else is up... the day is all mine.
Nobody else in your home or nobody else period?
Is Setanta pickily and Pictishly picking on a prickly Piffka?
say it ain't so~
He said I'm an addict, Deb. waaaaaaaaaaaah
Everybody is sleeping here, even the dogs, and nobody is driving by either. It's lovely. However the cat just realized he's hungry and is clawing my leg.
I'll have some of whatever Piffka is an addict of. Oops, that sentence ends in a preposition and it's not supposed to. Blahhhhh
That is very kindly of you to say. My addictions and vices are mild and surprisingly well-mannered. I'm trying to end in a preposition to show solidarity here, however my objects are pushing themselves to the fore. (Close enough?)
My objects are pushing themselves to the fore and I don't know what for. Placing a preposition at the end of a sentence is easy for me because I was born and raised in a place that is opposite from what it is in. It's not as easy as it at first seemed but that's where it's at.
