Literally. It's my old school.
We've got the inspectors in at work this week, watching us teaching them. Ticking off checklists. And we're on strike Thursday.
It's going to be a funny old week.
Life was much simpler when all I had to worry about was my choice of weapon for personal dispatch playing Dead Man's Fall off of the hill outside the gym hall down there.
I choose slow Internal Visceration through my paperless orifice.