It's payday tomorrow, hoping that the lovely people I owe lots of money aren't going to be robbing nobs and will leave me enough money to a: live and b: buy tons of airsoft shit I don't need.
What's that Premier Inn? Your kitchen's closed? Oh dear, BAM. NATIONAL ACCOUNT CUSTOMER ROOM SERVICE ALL UP IN THIS BIATCH. The chef is blatantly gonna spit in my pizza ¬.¬