We have scaffolding outside our building right now because we're having construction done. Some bricks were left on that scaffolding, one in particular on top of a sheet of plywood. A huge burst of wind swelled up and flipped over the plywood, sending the brick through the window on the next level down.
Guess Vaughn Construction is buying us a new window!
The USPS has our street address wrong in their national database, and absolutely refuses to change it. Sure am glad I didn't immigrate to this state as one of the first doctors south of Portland, serve the community for over 50 years, and leave all of my property to my town for future enjoyment just to have the computer system of some US Government agency misspell my last name forever.
"It's me mum's favorite typical at Christmas time."
No. No, you complete and utter baboon, you blathering moron, you incomprehensible nincompoop, no. It is not her mother's favorite "typical." It is her mother's favorite "tipple," at Christmas time. For fuck's sake, yer a right wanker.