No sausage?" he asked. Apparently my pork consumption habits were a matter of public record.
This pool is a triumph of imagination. That's how you win at life, Gin. You have to imagine your way through. Never say something can't be done. There's always a solution, even if it's weird.
Salt. Wound. Together at last.
Hey! Jack the Wanker! Over here! I want your autograph!
I am a mass of contradictions.
Hot tea," he said, holding the cups. "It's just wrong.