If I wasn't married, I'd be asking the bird above where she's been all of my bloody life. But I'm married and happily so, so it's too bloody little, too bloody late. My lucky lucky wifey.
OI, YOU. DRUNK VOICE POST BASTARD? LISTEN TO HER AND BUY HER A BREAKFAST BURRITO AFTER YOU'RE DONE PUKING YOUR GUTS OUT.
By the by? YOU ARE PISSED BLIND.
My BAH HUMBUG public notice moment is over and done with.