KotH: it doesn't matter how early you got here, I will only be accepting applications from the laydeez. Sorry.
Johnnyboy: that depends on your perspective. From a plunging into abject depression point of view, it's pretty bad. On the other hand, I now have more spare time to spend writing miserable blog posts. Hoo-fucking-rah.
I agree with the drinking! And, now that we know you'll have all this time -- drinking time! -- on your hands, we shall expect loads more blog entries. Drunken blog entries! It will be your duty to entertain us all, at least until some lovely laydee snatches you up. (Oops, I think there was a horrible pun in there.)
Wrong, Jair - it's now five past beer o'clock and I'm late for the pub.
Munky: I'm moving from Tooting to Battersea, which is going to be quite traumatic enough. They may be only a couple of miles apart geographically, but it's a whole different world.
I'm in awe of your new look, by the way, especially the pull-down bit at the top. Dead clever, like.
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Oh. Is that good or bad ?
KotH: it doesn't matter how early you got here, I will only be accepting applications from the laydeez. Sorry.
Johnnyboy: that depends on your perspective. From a plunging into abject depression point of view, it's pretty bad. On the other hand, I now have more spare time to spend writing miserable blog posts. Hoo-fucking-rah.
Oh again. Sorry. Been there a while back. Drinking helped somewhat.
I agree with the drinking! And, now that we know you'll have all this time -- drinking time! -- on your hands, we shall expect loads more blog entries. Drunken blog entries! It will be your duty to entertain us all, at least until some lovely laydee snatches you up. (Oops, I think there was a horrible pun in there.)
My sister, she love you long time, cowboy.
JB, Vague: I took your advice and now I'm so hungover it hurts to type. Is it beer o'clock yet?
Foot Eater: if she's anything like as hot as your mother, send her over.
Well old boy, I recomend a hearty dose of fine single malt. Oh! You should try wearing a kilt as well, works wonders for me.
Slainte! But I couldn't possibly wear a kilt after seeing this.
CUNT!
I'll bet he has Campbell blood in him.
'Is it beer o'clock yet?'
I thought you and Trauma were friends? if so, you should know that it's always beer o'clock.
Last time I broke up with somebody, I moved continent.
Let me tell you, that says ‘fuck off, you cunt’ with great flair.
Sadly, queues give me The Rage, so I will not be joining yours, no matter how tasty the prospect.
Wrong, Jair - it's now five past beer o'clock and I'm late for the pub.
Munky: I'm moving from Tooting to Battersea, which is going to be quite traumatic enough. They may be only a couple of miles apart geographically, but it's a whole different world.
I'm in awe of your new look, by the way, especially the pull-down bit at the top. Dead clever, like.
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