Some PR company emailed and asked if anyone from the office can get to Paris ASAP because there's a spot for dinner at the US embassy and then a seat next to the finishing line. I'm at a Jane Eyre museum with the missus instead, because I'm a prat who doesn't listen properly when asked questions. FML.
Wanna take me on as an intern for the weekend? I'll go.
Wanna take me on as an intern for the weekend? I'll go.