This doesn't lessen my pity.
It was, and if it was lost on you then once more I feel pity for you.
Not my head, Tyler. Our head.
Such as?
I figured as much, but it's now an image I can't get out of my head. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
I've decided that you are from a part of the country with silly accents, such as somerset, and you all stood around a giant egg, oohing and aarrring. I appreciate this is unlikely to have actually happened, but I'll be damned if it isn't amusing to me.
I can't help but fear the idea that alcohol + family = bad things.
I don't even have "family events". I don't know whether to feel superior or depressed.
edit: oh EoFF you and your errors it was bitchin' thanks, how was yours?
That's the spirit, lassy.