For the love of god, please stop serving beer in a frosted glass.
Please.
Pretty Please.
Fuck.
The party’s on.
The feelings here.
That only comes…
Fucking hell Paul McCartney and your amazing Christmas song, I can’t concentrate.
What I was trying to say is that I’m finally going to start watching Westworld. My mission that I have chosen to accept is watching season 1 of said Westworld in the next two days. Episode one is in the books and I have nine more ahead of me. Thankfully I have a few friends for the debut and they shall be named…
Sixpoint Resin, Southern Barrel Slippery Slope and Terrapin Hopsecutioner.