One hundred and sixty-ninth week paid.

Natural order of things has been restored.
There, there, all is good now.


Hey! Anyone fancy a pizza?!
I couldn’t bribe my access into the club cycling obscene amount of merits.
I couldn’t promising sexual favours.
Maybe pizza is the key!

One hundred and seventieth week paid.

31 seconds is a record, isn’t it?

Thanks again for your flawless timing!
Excuse of the week: my phone rang.

Hey, I didn't see this excuse until now! I'm impressed.
Also, I find it more normal 8 minutes late than 1 second too early, especially as you don't have the time travel capacity of THE fox.
And 8 minutes is not that late...


I remember that handshake very good, but I've never seen a spectrogram on it. I like it!

Omg. Excuse my sloppiness.. I managed to forget or miss those.

It's called backward compatibility 

Dear Lord.
What’s happening?
Long phone calls?
Kids running wild around the house?
House chores?

Thanks again for your flawless timing (I made you time travel 3 seconds).

Amaretto

Nope.

Nope.

Nope.