Q: Dear Lady Grace, I feel depressed. Something is missing in my life. My colleagues think that I’m a selfish, coldhearted social climber. Even my friends started to avoid me. Sometimes my life seems so empty. Maybe I should get married, have children… Desolate75 – A: I can’t see how making another person unhappy will make your life better.

Bob: You’re disgusting. Getting drunk can’t be planned! Drinking has to do with poetry! – Bob: Hemingway would have is heart broken if he could see you. – Girl1: And now who’s this Hemingway supposed to be? – Girl2: Someone who invented a cocktail… I think.

Girl1: This is the fourth round. How many calories will they be? Take the calculator! – Bob: Bah! Keep a fast to be able to drink more. You are fools. – Bob: Everybody knows is better to drink alcohol on a full stomach. – Girl2: Is this the reason why you filled it with a watermelon?

Girl1: Finally! I’ve spent the whole week eating just salad and carrot juice to be ready for this evening. – Girl2: Go with the first round of margaritas! – Bob: What’s happening? – Ted: It’s a new “fashion” called drunkorexia. Cocktails are caloric and girls keep a fast during the week, to be able to drink and keep their shape. – Bob: What kind of society is this in which we live, where even getting drunk has lost all his poetry?

TV: Good evening, today on “Voyager: the phoney science” we will talk about the obscure appointment of humankind with the year 2012. – TV: Why so many ancient sources and cultures point to this as the date for the end of the world? – TV: What will wipe away mankind from the planet? A pandemic? An impact with a comet? – TV: A geomagnetic storm? A new book by Al Gore?

Bob: As far as you know, is the God of Bible an hearing impaired?

Meg: So? Now you’ve met her, what do you think of my sister? – Sid: I’ve met armoured vehicles that were more friendly.

Emo: Tokyo Hotel rules! – Bob: Shouldn’t we stop her and call an ambulance? – Guitarist: You should adjust your will, depending upon the gravity of the assertion of that ill-considered… – Bob: Do we wait for half an hour?

Fiona: Well Peggy. It’s your turn now. – Sid: So? Can you see something? – Bob: Only a giant disco ball.

Fiona: Well Peggy. It’s your turn now. – Sid: So? Can you see something? – Bob: Only a giant disco ball.