Well, you would simply be host to a significantly less classy joint … Or more classy, as the case may be.
Class tends to run for the door when I walk in a room. And not the door I’m walking through, either … The door on the other side of the room. The one with the exit sign.
I’m still occasionally tormented by the irrational mental image of a glass mercury thermometer being inserted into my urethra and subsequently shattering. — SafeT
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Hahaha! What would I do without you classin’ the joint up for me, Arth?
Well, you would simply be host to a significantly less classy joint … Or more classy, as the case may be.
Class tends to run for the door when I walk in a room. And not the door I’m walking through, either … The door on the other side of the room. The one with the exit sign.