So I wasn't sure if the bottle of scotch would make it to the actual weekend, when Jim started complaining about not having anything to drink. So I gave him apple pop and gin. And thus, the Mark Mark One was born. Jim's happy because he wanted the maple scotch (or whatever it was) and I didn't use it. But it's perfect here since it sprung from me just saying "I have this" and then getting it mixed together.

Also, Raymond complaining about how cold the pool is. Emilie isn't. I'm calling him a pussy. It has become synonomous with Raymond Lai. It also means cat.