It smells like bourbon and faeces outside. My pleasant walk outside was supposed to be refreshing, instead it just made me think of Mooseheads.
An old woman that I must communicate with on a regular basis in order to do my job is infringing on my patience. Let us call her Leatherface.
Leatherface is a bitter old bitty who appears to add no value to the human race. The Great Leader once called her a 'glorified mail box' and I believe this to be a succinct and accurate description. If you do not suffer fools lightly this woman would cause you excruciating pain.
Chumpy is away sick, the poor love. Serves him right for making out with football players. I warned him of the consequences of such actions.
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