Ramblings of a single bloke with a pet monkey in his head pulling all the strings.
Enjoy the ride. :-)
so, wtf are you going this time, and are there any nubile blonds between the ages of 17 and 23 involved?
Em Will do!Steve Why does it have to be about the blonds? Anyhow, probably yes to your question ;-)
What a slack cunt.
I am the jealous.Where are you going?
So if he only goes for blondes then my nether regions are safe - they're bald!
Phishez - care to send a photo?
Steph? Eh, not here either. Dammit, I've been looking for her everywhere. Thought she might have come over here. Ah well, I see you're not home either. Might sit down and watch some TV as long as the door is open. Ooh beer in the fridge!
carfull Steve, he's int drinking American crap.
Even I don't drink american crap.
That's why I was so excited to find it. Real beer is hard to get where I come from.Hey, everything on the TV looks just the same as in Memphis! Where's the hot Aussie version of Baywatch and all that? I don't want to watch American shows while I'm squatting here in Josh's place!
So, you obviously know the Python joke: Why is American beer like making love in a canoe?
All Glad to see you have all been having a party in my absence.I am on my way home - indeed at an airport as I type.Provided I don't get DVT I will be back into the swing of things and catching up with you all in a few days time.
My belly-button is puckering and unpuckering with anticipation at the prospect of your return...
Em > well that is clearly because it is fucking close to water.
stephen - haha... ok. josh - hurry back!
That is the damned truth. American beer is made by a bunch of fat rednecks drinking REAL beer and then pissing into the cans as they pass by on the assembly line.Oh shit, Josh is coming back! I gotta hide my empties quick!
Fingers That image is enough to keep me away.StephenFucking Austrians make shit coffee too.EmBoo! I'm backMemphis Steve Too late, heard the clank of bottles and cans at I put the key in the door.
I wasn't doin' nothin', I swear. These were all here when I got here.
's why I married a Colombian.
So marrying a Colombian had nothing to do with the acres and acres of marijuana they have growing there, eh? Suuuuure!
I thought he was back. I was hiding all the beer and chips for nothing. I'm back to watching TV with my feet up on the table and having a generally good time here.
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