Hate it when that happens. And it's such a pain to clean up after.
Tonight will be the all-sports trivia night at the pub, which has made half my team slap me on the back and say, "Well, hey, good luck with this one,
scooterbird," and then dash off for the hills, probably, knowing my luck, to a party with naked table dancing. My team's fulla geeks (duh),
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