Birdsong, and sunlight through the curtain. Wallace gets out of bed nude, and stretches, greeting the day with a yawn and a hard-on.'Hullo, Gromit!' he calls cheerily, as he hears the bedroom door open behind him. He turns to see his long-suffering canine friend enter the bedroom with an awkward, shuffling gait, clad in a pair of eye-wateringly tight leather chaps. Wallace's morning wood quickly wilts and shrivels down to a tiny plasticine nub.
'Gromit! You KNOW it's tartan bondage gear this weekend!' he berates his dog. 'You've got THE INCORRECT LEGWEAR!!'
('Gromit! You KNOW it's tartan bondage gear this weekend!' he berates his dog. 'You've got THE INCORRECT LEGWEAR!!'
drimble he'd been white, he'd been black,
Tue 8 Jan 2013, 11:50,
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Will you be publishing these screenplays?They're rather good...
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Jabberwoc misses D.R. and Quinch,
Tue 8 Jan 2013, 11:55,
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Sorry, I'm under exclusive contract to the makers of Octonauts at present :|No branching out allowed
( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black,
Tue 8 Jan 2013, 11:57,
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aren't these supposed to endwith someone patting someone's fanny and whispering "Awooga" in their ear?
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Mster Johnny Ekstrom, now that's a name,
Tue 8 Jan 2013, 12:06,
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Probably, but my scripts normally conclude with a penguin and a cat fucking each other's brains out while someone else watches and wanks himself off with a vegimal-shaped fleshlight - a polar bear if I remember right.Or is it a man named 'Art'? Hmm ...
( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black,
Tue 8 Jan 2013, 12:12,
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Oh, I'm sorry. I wasn't aware that you were involved in the skin-flick industry.
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Jabberwoc misses D.R. and Quinch,
Tue 8 Jan 2013, 18:00,
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