Hmm
I shall tell you the tale of my extravagant sunday, which was the day after the wedding I was at.

It all started at about half 8 in the morning, a good 5 hours after I had gone to bed. We went to go and see the whole group of people who were across from Bristol for the wedding before they disappeared home.

Now unfortunately they had a lot of food left that needed eaten. Mainly apple pie and burgers. For breakfast. Score.

So after recovering from that, we went to the bride's family's house, where there happened to be leftover food that needed eaten. Score. Burgers, sausages, chicken legs, cheesecake. Double score.

Then we were heading home that evening, so went out for dinner, in a fancy restaurant overlooking the sea. It was awesome. Score.

Then I got home at about 11pm, and had some toast. Toast is good.
(PenguinOfDeath is Scottish, and most likely angry, Tue 19 Aug 2008, 21:46, Reply)