Book.

It was the morning after the night before.

You're going much too fast you'll kill yourself.

Worry.

That's ok then.

But I worry less than you think I worry.

That's ok then.

I didn't like it like that.

So: clean your room.

I am shocked.

Think about money.

I think:

No drinking.

And think about taking my drugs.

We are liberal.

Fucking spiked beer.

It'll be fun.

I'll do it.

Code of work.

Don't fuckabout.

Well go and drink somewhere else.

A very stressful atmosphere.

Feel underappreciated.

I've got no idea?