Wat

“Can’t sleep”

Oh

“Thinking about my bum”

Whadaboudit

“It’s not big”

Is nice good bum pat pat

“But what if I’m lost and I need a ride home and Sir Mix-a-Lot doesn’t stop his Mercedes because my bum is too small?”

Eat donuts. Ass will follow.

“That could work…”

I to sleep go back now

“sigh”

 💤

😴

exchanges

“What are we doing”

I thought you’d know

“Why?”

You always do

“Fair, but I’m on holiday my dear chap must I do all our thinking?”

Fair. To the pub!

“Excellent!”

It’s really your existing, default plan

“Hush now, revel in your momentary leadership my boy it wont last”

Both of us staring at the unrefrigerated Thai leftovers from yesterday

Hm

“Hm”

Hm

“Hm”

It’s rice and veg. What could possibly go wrong

“Death”

Hm

“Hm”

Hm

“Hm”

Is death really ‘wrong’ tho

“Life and death are two sides of a wave”

Hm

“Hm”

Hm

“Hm” she waves at the food