PUUUUUUUUB!
*Is in his once-weekly I HATE MY FATHER strop.*
*Contemplates going to the Consulate but decides against it, thinking that daddy dearest might still descend on him with a new inbox, with shiny new paperwork for him to sign, file, worship and adore.*
No. Screw it. I'm going to the pub.
*Contemplates going to the Consulate but decides against it, thinking that daddy dearest might still descend on him with a new inbox, with shiny new paperwork for him to sign, file, worship and adore.*
No. Screw it. I'm going to the pub.