Bleet Bleet Bleet

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Bollox.

[Man-Erg]

Is that Tribble bothering you ma'am? I will frighten the microscopic wit from that troublesome boor! Watch that space.

Space - geddit?

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Ha blooming ha.

F****** weirdo nutjob plonkers always get the wrong end of the stick. Can't they sodding read properly, F*** fuckity F*** bollox.

Meh and double meh...



*ginger sulk*

[Man-Erg]

Has Cap'n Obvious PTP?


Have this instead http://www.bridporthatfest.org/

[none of the above]

Has? You mean is? I know which I prefer...




*looks*


*puts on peril sensitive sunglasses that have just appeared on my desk*


Ace.

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F*** you SirQtheMuppet, I though this Bridport place was up norf somewhere, it's down south nearish to that campsite I like.

[Man-Erg]

Yes.

[none of the above]

I'll stick to the straightforward ones.

[Man-Erg]

Forsooth, O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! Is it not monstrous that this Lady here, but in a fiction, in a dream of cider, hath resorted to talking with yon cushion? Verily what's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba?!

I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. One may smile, and smile, and be a villain!

[none of the above]

I woke up again.
Bollox.




More cider.

[Man-Erg]

[none of the above]

Sir Q is not impressed... even I stayed out the way.

[none of the above]

F*** sake not again.


WTF is wrong with people, why is it chaps assume you need some hanger on just because you're being friendly...

Friendly, do you not understand the F****** word? If I wanted some jiggy F****** jiggy it wouldn't be with some muppet and it wouldn't be in a F****** text message.

Really, look at yourselves and poke sharp sticks in your eyes so the last thing you see is how sad you are.


Grrrrr... Go join that crowd of numbnuts now.


*Cue the Q wanting some more kicking practice*

[Man-Erg]

Verily yon Lady Giglet, thou art the rudeliest but greatest of spleen!

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