
or summat.
I'm wearing a shirt today that makes me look like a gay line-dancer \o/
MWAH x
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Mon 8 Jun 2009, 12:20,
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I'm wearing a shirt today that makes me look like a gay line-dancer \o/
MWAH x

And I have a bad neck, which makes me walk around like a 1980's Cyberman.
I want to be home in bed with hot drinks and blankies.
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Mon 8 Jun 2009, 12:24,
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I want to be home in bed with hot drinks and blankies.

So here's the plan.
You distract the guards by vomiting in the corner and pretending to be ill - when they come in, I will hit them over the head with my big shoe (which I have filled with dirt). Once they are unconcious, we fashion French peasant outfits out of the bed sheets and smear the shoe dirt on our faces as a dirt disguise. We smuggle ourselves aboard the daily french peasant whore truck and once we are clear of the perimeter walls, I will overpower the driver with a ninja neck pinch. Once the truck slows down enough for us to leap safely from it, we head towards the border, muttering under our breath something about fleas and diarrhea - which will keep curious people from approaching us. Once at the border, we hide behind a bush and wait till nightfall - then crawl on our bellies to the coast, where Paul in his waiting boat will pick us up and boat us over to a cornish tea house where we will eat lovely scones with clotted cream and jam and sip lots and lots of tea.
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Mon 8 Jun 2009, 12:36,
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You distract the guards by vomiting in the corner and pretending to be ill - when they come in, I will hit them over the head with my big shoe (which I have filled with dirt). Once they are unconcious, we fashion French peasant outfits out of the bed sheets and smear the shoe dirt on our faces as a dirt disguise. We smuggle ourselves aboard the daily french peasant whore truck and once we are clear of the perimeter walls, I will overpower the driver with a ninja neck pinch. Once the truck slows down enough for us to leap safely from it, we head towards the border, muttering under our breath something about fleas and diarrhea - which will keep curious people from approaching us. Once at the border, we hide behind a bush and wait till nightfall - then crawl on our bellies to the coast, where Paul in his waiting boat will pick us up and boat us over to a cornish tea house where we will eat lovely scones with clotted cream and jam and sip lots and lots of tea.

except the fleas and diarrhea bit, and to be fair that was probably going to be where mine failed

*runs*
*sees fear dawning in Dixon's eyes*
*makes the leap*
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Mon 8 Jun 2009, 12:26,
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*sees fear dawning in Dixon's eyes*
*makes the leap*

*makes internet order for wheelchair while Jessie is in midflight*
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Mon 8 Jun 2009, 12:40,
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I've had time to do today's Metro sudoku in the time I've been leaping ;)
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Mon 8 Jun 2009, 12:44,
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You might want to speak to your local mental health service about memory loss.
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Mon 8 Jun 2009, 12:18,
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...but I can't remember?
Is it dinner time yet?
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Mon 8 Jun 2009, 12:21,
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Is it dinner time yet?

The one on the right is just a cunt.
What do I win?
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Mon 8 Jun 2009, 12:18,
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What do I win?

...where I dunno if I'm going to hell, heaven, or prison?
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Mon 8 Jun 2009, 12:24,
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but In Holland (if they find out who did this) you can be fined, never mind...I was just wondering. If you get caught I'll send you a cakey with a hidden iron saw ;).
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Mon 8 Jun 2009, 12:29,
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I'm sure we can easily make that difference go away
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