Where are you Buddy? I’ve been looking for you. They won’t let Sammy out to play late on the weekends. Ugh, the poor b*st*rd probably has something better to do than sit up all night getting drunk until a new term gets going. How that fella lives as a pleb and hangs around here without getting drunk is incredible. Patricia, dearest, is hiding from me too!
Ah this is the life though! I just sometimes wish I had as much money as some of ye old farts so I could spend more on the Ladies. Jaysus imagine being married to someone and having to pay to screw other beautiful women!? I know what I'd do instead, but begorrah it'd be reckless and discompassionate to say it here.