How to turn me into a grouch
Stumble home at 5am on a Sunday, bouncing off the walls because you’ve had a kajillion beers and Lord knows what else so you can’t walk in a straight line, and turning the bedroom lights on and off because you’re so off your face you can’t figure out how lights work.
Especially as I went to bed at 1am and had to get up at 6am to go to work.
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DRUNK! I wondered why why I could understand his accent…alcohol must be the key to universal translator device!
Aye.
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