Painted Pants on Public Transport

Assuming we both worked long days, the conversation may have been splendid. Because today you endured the inside of a sauna while inhaling fume. This may rival the stone lungs in my chest. We could have whinged about so much. However, thanks for reminding me (after the opportunity passed) that the paper should be put down and people can be engaged. Real Mckenzies play the Red Room tomorrow, so this is me asking you out.