Hell Fucking Rainbows

I'm still still sober. I only keep harping on about it because I discover new things that require sobriety as context.

So while I've been dry everyone else has been drenched. We've almost reached the average August rainfall by today. But occasionally the sun does break through the clouds. I took this photo from my desk at work on Friday.

I looked at it and said to my co-worker "How awesome is that, exactly what you want to see at 4:59 on a Friday afternoon."

Unfortunately I didn't realise it was actually 3:45ish. But that didn't stop most people around me from immediately packing up and going to the pub. Not me, obviously.

People amp their vulgarity up absurdly when they're pissed. I was telling that tale last night when a scotch infused Wiser blurted out "Oh yeah, rainbows. the other day I saw a hell fucking rainbow."

Meanwhile, in Hell:
Lou: Lord Satan, Harvey and Petrie are here to see you about this weekend.
Satan: Harv's, Drew! What's cracking?
*crash*
Harvey: What the fuck was that?
Lou: OH GOD IT'S SO BRIGHT!
Petrie: THE COLOURS! THE COLOURS!
Satan: ARRGH. Is that... does that smell like... Vaseline?
slurpy noises