Morning love of my life*:D. How are you? Your moustache is rather impressive this morning.
*also known as pain in the neck:p
I'm fine, thank you for asking. My moustache is looking quite chipper, is it not? It's been up since 0530, whereas I hung on until 0700. Bit of a long lie, what? I hope you're feeling well. Sober?
I'm fine, thank you for asking. My moustache is looking quite chipper, is it not? It's been up since 0530, whereas I hung on until 0700. Bit of a long lie, what? I hope you're feeling well. Sober?
Well your moustache, always had a life of its own:D.
Of course I'm sober:mad:
Are you mad, I can't face the day without my brown milk:eek:
Afternoon - falls into the inn. Pours several mango HVs and swallows them down. Crawls to arms chair switches on Jack and Ianto's best moments in a loop and settles down quietly.
It is really Friday isn't it?
Afternoon - falls into the inn. Pours several mango HVs and swallows them down. Crawls to arms chair switches on Jack and Ianto's best moments in a loop and settles down quietly.
It is really Friday isn't it?
I blame you. You made all sorts of promises and all you do is go on about fingers and you still haven't left Lach. I'm crying into my drink.
Promises? You mustn't confuse my abundant charm with some kind of contract, sweetmouth. You tell Captain Jack to stop taking you to the Hub and back then we can talk.
The fingers are nothing to do with me. That outside is a forum member entirely unconnected to myself. He has a baldspot, for goodness sakes!
Promises? You mustn't confuse my abundant charm with some kind of contract, sweetmouth. You tell Captain Jack to stop taking you to the Hub and back then we can talk.
The fingers are nothing to do with me. That outside is a forum member entirely unconnected to myself. He has a baldspot, for goodness sakes!
:mad:
What charm - you told me that you had money to burn and would keep me for the rest of my life.
TBH Lach can keep you - she might put up with your finger and bald patch obsession I'm just in this for what I can get which is very little so far.
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Good morning, sunshine.
**jumps out of the way**
soggy weetabix lands on drool wall in very awkward position:o
Morning love of my life*:D. How are you? Your moustache is rather impressive this morning.
That's the problem with Weetabix. It gets mushy so quickly. "Never make a roof with those bricks!", my old guru used to say and he was right.
I'm fine, thank you for asking. My moustache is looking quite chipper, is it not? It's been up since 0530, whereas I hung on until 0700. Bit of a long lie, what? I hope you're feeling well. Sober?
**cancels order of weetabix to make the necessary Inn repairs:o**
Well your moustache, always had a life of its own:D.
Of course I'm sober:mad:
Might this be some form of explanation?
They are trying to take over!!! :eek:
Outie! I knew it! :eek:
They look quite scare, I think you defined a new monster.
I think its like sharks and remora, except in this case the remora are more dangerous
Let's hear it for lach! What a landlady!
(When he shows up, I'd like to give nebo a warm hand on his entrance, too.)
Mmm. Nice.
Is that anything like a hot foot?
It is really Friday isn't it?
Have you been at the Sherry again?
You know the Doctor told you not to drink when you are taking your medication:p.
You like? Luv u long time!
Still fighting sobriety, eh?
I blame you. You made all sorts of promises and all you do is go on about fingers and you still haven't left Lach. I'm crying into my drink.
No, no alcohol.
We're out of sherry. Again. Shall I ever see one of your fabled trifles? There must be thousands of them in the chest freezer.
He also told me not to listen to a word you say. He's terribly good, isn't he?
:eek::eek:
And I thought you were my friend:(.
**looks at her chest...freezer**
I didn't know they were fabled:o. Anyway, I don't understand why we are out of Sherry:o.
He told you not to listen to the voices. How often do I have to tell you that I and the voices are not synonymous:rolleyes:.
Promises? You mustn't confuse my abundant charm with some kind of contract, sweetmouth. You tell Captain Jack to stop taking you to the Hub and back then we can talk.
The fingers are nothing to do with me. That outside is a forum member entirely unconnected to myself. He has a baldspot, for goodness sakes!
:rolleyes: There's a tale about them in every tavern from here to Tunbridge Wells.
It's a mystery and no mistake! It's probably the cook. She looks like she's a boozer.
*quiver*
I can hear her voice again, Doctor!
*tremble*
It's so realistic I can even smell the sherry on her breath!
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What charm - you told me that you had money to burn and would keep me for the rest of my life.
And its not like that with me and Jack -
It ends like this? Tossed off into a corner like an old rag! Woe!
Now you're free to ensnare your next victim, Welsh Medusa! Gents beware!
You have to ask?
What can I get thee, O striped one?
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Sonic Lipstick with extra jelly babies then. :cool: