Luck o' the Irish
Bloody hell.
Was lookin' forward to throwin' back a few pints tonight, seein' as it's St. Patrick's Day an' all. Fine time t'be out carousin'.
But nooo.
It's not 'cause I'm th' resident bloody champion in this town these days. I'm pretty sure even Peaches didn't live like of a soddin' priest all th' time, so I'm sure as hell not wastin' a chance t'get good an' plastered.
But...
I'm on wanker duty.
Coulda done without him walkin' collapsin' through th' door th' other night, sayin' somebody's out t'nick him an' that he's lookin' for Angel. Coulda done without ever seein' the tosser again, after the mess him an' Finn pulled back in Sunnydale.
Though it was funny t'see Rich Boy squirmin' like an underfoot fish when Wood fell on him.
Much as I hate t'say it, though...can't turn him out, much as he probably deserves a good swift kick to th' curb. Bloke comes lookin' for help, bloke gets helped. It's what Peaches would do, right?
'Course, Peaches might have second thoughts, too, if Mr. Principal'd tried t'shove a stake in his arse.
An' I don't plan on lettin' Woodsie here live down th' fact that it's gonna be me haulin' his fat outta th' fire. Once he wakes up...wanker might wish whoever'd rolled him woulda finished th' job, if he's gonna owe me one down th' road.
Still steamed over not gettin' out tonight, though. Hell, even Harris took off tonight t'go...somewhere. Probably went t'drown his sorrows in a pint of green beer.
Best not t'think about pints. Just get me rankled again...
Was lookin' forward to throwin' back a few pints tonight, seein' as it's St. Patrick's Day an' all. Fine time t'be out carousin'.
But nooo.
It's not 'cause I'm th' resident bloody champion in this town these days. I'm pretty sure even Peaches didn't live like of a soddin' priest all th' time, so I'm sure as hell not wastin' a chance t'get good an' plastered.
But...
I'm on wanker duty.
Coulda done without him walkin' collapsin' through th' door th' other night, sayin' somebody's out t'nick him an' that he's lookin' for Angel. Coulda done without ever seein' the tosser again, after the mess him an' Finn pulled back in Sunnydale.
Though it was funny t'see Rich Boy squirmin' like an underfoot fish when Wood fell on him.
Much as I hate t'say it, though...can't turn him out, much as he probably deserves a good swift kick to th' curb. Bloke comes lookin' for help, bloke gets helped. It's what Peaches would do, right?
'Course, Peaches might have second thoughts, too, if Mr. Principal'd tried t'shove a stake in his arse.
An' I don't plan on lettin' Woodsie here live down th' fact that it's gonna be me haulin' his fat outta th' fire. Once he wakes up...wanker might wish whoever'd rolled him woulda finished th' job, if he's gonna owe me one down th' road.
Still steamed over not gettin' out tonight, though. Hell, even Harris took off tonight t'go...somewhere. Probably went t'drown his sorrows in a pint of green beer.
Best not t'think about pints. Just get me rankled again...