Land lord, I'll have two foaming pints of your most homosexual beer. And a packet of ass bandits.
In other news, I just told Weaver I smoke. He's taking my car for an oil change, so I really didn't have a choice, since that's where I keep them. *shrug*
He just said "Well, you need to quit. Remember how long you bitched at me? Too many young people smoke nowadays."
So that's done. Another thing to cross off my mental list. I want out of here so fucking bad.