I've got a western shirt on too!*mwah*
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Captain Wow currently being a cunt in Infamous,
Mon 8 Jun 2009, 12:22,
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How are you, poppet? Captain Wow currently being a cunt in Infamous,
Mon 8 Jun 2009, 12:23,
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Cold, very cold.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.
(I want to be home in bed with hot drinks and blankies.
Dixipoos Bye Bye Blackbird,
Mon 8 Jun 2009, 12:24,
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*cuddles up on her lap* my poor preciouskins. Captain Wow currently being a cunt in Infamous,
Mon 8 Jun 2009, 12:26,
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GOD I want to go home. Captain Wow currently being a cunt in Infamous,
Mon 8 Jun 2009, 12:29,
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me too.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.
(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.
Dixipoos Bye Bye Blackbird,
Mon 8 Jun 2009, 12:36,
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You stole my plan you bitch!except the fleas and diarrhea bit, and to be fair that was probably going to be where mine failed
Jessie © needs pirate name suggestions,
Mon 8 Jun 2009, 12:40,
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Oh my life, that sounds amazing. Captain Wow currently being a cunt in Infamous,
Mon 8 Jun 2009, 12:42,
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