Speaking of 1992...

All Morrissey-ed up and full of potty humour.

Aaaaahhh

Here I am at 5 weeks without coffee... what an idiot. And its not helping with the furrowed brow sneer thing either. The same day my soccer teammate thought I was injured (apparently I sport a perma-scowl while playing), a bum outside my office says to me, after asking for change, "don't look so glum buddy".

If only he had called me "chum" instead!

Hey...