THIS IS A VERY IMPORTANT LETTER. PLZ ADVISE.

[ask_aboutcoffee]

DEAR CAPTAIN JACK,

I wish you to answer these questions in the order in which they appear.

1. Why did I wake up still in a suit under my blanket cocoon this morning with a screaming hangover?

2. Why don't I remember large portions of last night after we left the pub?

3. Why is Max wearing a top hat?

Comments

[neifile7]

Stuck, glued, well and truly spliced.

Can't even make a bolt for it.

[blametorchwood]

LOL.

[ask_aboutcoffee]

Bit nuts, eh?

[neifile7]

Trufax. But who can think straight with Jack around? He's much too adhesive.

When you get down to brass tacks, he's nailed you. Or...something.

[ask_aboutcoffee]

I think I might be screwed.

[neifile7]

Well, you know what they say. When you're screwed, just learn to be the driver.

You can probably get a handle on that, being so studly and all.

[ask_aboutcoffee]

I'll try to handle it without being a tool.

[neifile7]

Unlike your spouse, who has all the tact of a jackhammer. You hardly need that drilled into you.

[ask_aboutcoffee]

Yes, it's definitely concrete.

[neifile7]

True as steel and twice as shiny.

[sevendayloan]

You know that Ianto's feeling better when the puns start a-flying again.

[neifile7]

Puns, Pimm's and paracetamol: the Three Ps of post-hangover wedded bliss!

[timeagency]

Ah, it's wrenching when this happens, isn't it? I don't want to keep hammering the point but you know the drill, right?

[neifile7]

Indeed. Predictable as a game of What the Butler Saw.