Fair enough. Although it strikes me you could be getting a bj from Jessica Biel, while snorting coke off Jeri Ryan's knockers and you would still complain about the colour of the wallpaper in the room ...
Jessica, honey, it's not you. You're amazing. I've, uh, had a few drinks and I'm tired and...it's just...uh...can we please go to the room with the moustache wallpaper?
GratefulFan wrote: Jessica, honey, it's not you. You're amazing. I've, uh, had a few drinks and I'm tired and...it's just...uh...can we please go to the room with the moustache wallpaper?
Jessica, my dearest wife, I am no longer in love with you. I have fallen in love with the leg of our Victorian piano. She's a curvaceous little minx and she's been around the block a few times, I'll warrant. I've challenged the piano tuner to a duell and the winner shall have her. Now, leave me. I'm going to the moustache room to smoke my pipe and beat myself.Take the children to your mother's and don't spare the horses.