Q: Dear Lady Grace, I’m a 18 y.o. guy. During the last months I noticed problems with my short term memory, while at the same time memories of the distant past are perfectly clear. Do you think this might be a symptom for Alzheimer? Memento90 – Bob: Alzheimer when you’re 18? Are you kidding? – Bob: A beer before starting to work is always welcome. – Q: Dear Lady Grace, I’m a 18 y.o. guy. During the last months I noticed problems with my short term memory, while at the same time memories of the distant past are perfectly clear. Do you think this might be a symptom for Alzheimer? Memento90 – Bob: Alzheimer when you’re 18? Are you kidding?

Sign: Art exhibit. Love and farm tractors in Ukraine. – Bob: Thanks darling for taking me to this exhibition… – Gaia: Glad you liked it. – Bob: ..They had an excellent beer at the cafeteria.

Sid: Who do you think will last longer? – Ted: hard to say. – Sid: Come on, there’s no match. He weights three times Bob. – Ted: You’re not taking experience into account…

Pam: Hi guys, what are you doing?
Bob: We are trying to see if it’s possible to instruct iStuff to bring us beer and cigarettes while we work with our PC’s. – Pam: How can this come to your minds? For what you know it could be the messenger of a civilisation thousand of light years away from us! – iStuff: Recording TX48754: the aliens of the type named “woman” show superior skills in reasoning.

Ted: How’s going Bob’s project for getting back into shape? – Sid: I can’t say that he is not committed to it… – Sid: …even if the situation is becoming surreal.

Bob: Guys, I came with you but I don’t have to exceed with food. I want to get back in shape so less calories, no dessert. – Ted: You should give up on beer as well. – Bob: Do you want to see me dead?

Meg: You know, sometimes I think my relationship with Michael has been a kind of farce. – Bob: Listen, don’t think about it. Let me offer you another beer and then have a sleep on it. – Bob: hehehehe…. and soo I shaiiid… there are more chances to find life on Mars than neurons in your brain…hehehe – Meg: Boatswain! Fusiliers on the tops. Run out the starboard battery. I want to blow away that damned galleon. – Bob: Action stations!