Stewie Griffin, here.
God, I'm bloody tired. I had no idea yelling at people was going to be so bloody exhausting. Between offering advice, offering insults, and trying like hell to avoid watching Jack trying pitifully to seduce that damn poncy elf on the couch (sans pants, as usual), I've had a very long day.
God, I need a drink. And there's not a bloody drop of milk in the shack. Jack put it all in his coffee. You'd think a pirate would drink his coffee black, but nooOOoo. Not King Jack. He's got to have his milk. And now I've nothing to drink. Bastard.
God, I need a drink. And there's not a bloody drop of milk in the shack. Jack put it all in his coffee. You'd think a pirate would drink his coffee black, but nooOOoo. Not King Jack. He's got to have his milk. And now I've nothing to drink. Bastard.