Such as politics (yesterday was more than enough 'cause I've no solution & neither do you) & The Towering Slab, for an hour, at any rate.
Even being part of a
Don't worry, Li'l Edgar, we're going to see the
So long, suckers.
Get out, right now.
My horizons are always crooked. Mayhap I'm crooked.
If so, it doesn't pay as well as it used to.
Try & stop me, The Man.
Pretty, with a side of industry.
Not as pretty.
I SAID 'TWAS WINDY.
Sobriety works wonders.
Can't recall ever seeing a white collar chillin' n' fishin'.
Even trolls deserve a smoke break.
Ah, check out that horizon line. Straightedge.
That's not true, I do enjoy a snifter of port at Christmas.
Got all that?
Into the wilds of Clevelandia.
This spot was very, very peaceful.
Ireland doesn't have a monopoly on Giant's Causeways.
Not made of rubber, though metal's a possibility if they're NSA bots.
I really don't want to go back to work.
Bloody 'ell, it's Merrie Olde.
I really really don't want to go back to work.
Satan-worshiping nutjobs are everywhere. Ruining shots.
Yeah, yeah, we're going.
Back to work it is. But I don't have to like it.