"Here's to Herpes!"

So apprently I loudly toasted this later while finishing off most of Smee's lousy 4-year old Scottish engine-degreaser. Horrible stuff, but I could smell it and therefore it had to be consumed. The floor of the hotel bathroom made for comfy sleeping, afterwards.

(No, I am not, nor was anyone in the room at the time afflicted by herpes. I don't remember the actual circumstances leading up to this particular toast, but I presume that it was one of those random things that suddenly needed to be said.)