The best drink in existence is the Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster. The effect of drinking one of these is rather like having your brains smashed out with a slice of lemon, wrapped around a large gold brick.
My brains have just been smashed out ok! I need to have a little rant and then hopefully I can get over it and move on. That is the plan.
What annoys me: WHEN PEOPLE DON’T READ DETAILS OF AN EVENT AND THEN ASK WHAT THEY ARE/ASK STUPID QUESTIONS/TELL ME I’VE DONE SOMETHING WRONG etc.
You’re invited to my pool party!
Where: The local pool.
Date: 27th Dec
BYO: Bathers, towel, drinks etc
Stupid question number 1: Should I bring my bathers? No, When I said ‘Pool Party’ I was actually planning on playing a few rounds of pool in my bikini.
Stupid question number 2: What time does it start? Oh I can see how you got confused. When I said 5pm I meant to say 6 in the morning.
Stupid question number 3: What is this? A stupid rant injected with dangerously high levels of sarcasm that is supposed to alleviate my frustration at something as stupid and petty as this. I will now depart and make myself a cup of tea and hope that sometime, in the not too distant future, I will be able to say that I have sufficiently recovered from this.
I feel better. I think I am now more amused at myself than frustrated.