Left On my Bed. Instead. No worries. I can sleep around it.
I’ve got enough left-over food (some weeks gone-by of age-Waste not. Want not!) in my fridge to ‘Feed Cox’s Army’
‘Feed Cox’s Army…’ An expression Janet used to hurl at me upon often occasion.
Anyway… I got NO Room! No ROOM! For my Beer! But I don’t care!
I am sorta European in this regard.
I LOVE Warm Beer!
Yes! Yes! Yes! I know:
I am pure-dee Bona-Fide White Trash.
And I LOVE TV Dinners!
(If the sauce is not too blue)
Astute observers will note the Ouija Board in this below video.