(contains short works of neurotica and general abuses of sarcasm)
Dear Shane,
If it's late at night and my door is closed and my lights are off, it means I've gone to bed. In an emergency, you can wake me up. Acceptable emergencies include:
'Hey, have you got a calculator?' does not constitute a valid emergency. While it's true that I hadn't yet fallen asleep, my dogs had. They were snoring softly, until you knocked on my door and started shouting my name. Then they exploded in a frenzy of confused excitement.
If you ever do that again, I will find you a calculator and use it to club you to death.
Best regards,
The Sarcastrix
PS: What the hell do you need a calculator for? Is your brain broken?
Blogger friggin' sucks!!!!!!!!!!