Brown Stuff
Oh joy and rapture. I have found a pub locally that sells that nectar called Black Sheep Bitter for under two of your stinking English pounds per pint. And a barman in black with Downs Syndrome lurching about the place speaking VERY LOUDLY, whom I of course have nicknamed Igor. Oh well, nobody ever said I was a nice person.....
posted by Fred the Singing Bandit at 1:15 am
3 Comments:
Aw but we love you for the twisted little freak you are.
Little?? LITTLE???
Don't think the Shadey could ever be described as little.. I'm the one usally described as such.. usually with the words poisonous and dwarf on either side LOL
Big hugs Xxx
Hullo Joatster, long time no hear; great to see you're still around here kiddo :oD xx
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