How things whirl by sometimes... A month ago I told a mate I wanted to find a new flat. It was the kind of talk you get at two in the morning, an hour before closing time, after drinking beer.
A week ago he told me another mate of his was selling his flat. I went there, had a look, made an offer. And bam, today he accepted the offer. The bank gave me loads of money to buy the thing.
That's the kind of consequences beer-talk can get, particularly the beer talk at around two in the morning...
So, be careful what you say when you drink beer. It can turn real.
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They SAID that given enough time a million monkeys with typewriters could recreate the collected works of William Shakespeare... Internet sure proved them wrong.
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