I am possibly more hungover at work than I've ever been, and this has just cured me. I love how the woman bends in front of the camera so she can read the teleprompter.
Lovely. My first New York mouse was an adorable creature; perhaps unwisely, I allowed him to stay and gave him the occasional chickpea. Then he got trapped in my closet and he made all of my clothes smell like dead animal. So I guess it didn't really work out.
No idea what he's saying, but Atlanta is crawling with homos. I got laid more often when I lived there than I do in New York.