I'm here
I went to town earlier and then went to the beach. Now I'm looking at houses and listening to Iron and Wine over and over. It is so very good.

what are you up to to get over your trauma?
( Citizen Cavy Admires your passion for conformity, Sun 4 Sep 2011, 16:02, 1 reply, 14 years ago)

Did you get yourself a 99 and rent a deck chair?

( JeffTheDogFucker Can you dig it?, Sun 4 Sep 2011, 16:18, Reply)

pff
you can't do that on swansea bay. There wasn't even a ice cream van. I got a ginger beer and a bag of pickled onion monstermunch from the shop round the corner.
( Citizen Cavy Admires your passion for conformity, Sun 4 Sep 2011, 16:25, Reply)

Hope you had lashings* of ginger beer.
*unsure just how much ginger beer you get in a standard 'lash'
( JeffTheDogFucker Can you dig it?, Sun 4 Sep 2011, 16:31, Reply)

330ml

( Citizen Cavy Admires your passion for conformity, Sun 4 Sep 2011, 16:32, Reply)

So there are 330ml per lash.

( JeffTheDogFucker Can you dig it?, Sun 4 Sep 2011, 16:38, Reply)

yes
this is why when people say they are 'out on the lash' they drink 330ml of alcohol.
( Citizen Cavy Admires your passion for conformity, Sun 4 Sep 2011, 16:45, Reply)

I'm led to believe that drinking a lash (or more) of ginger beer entitles you to solve a crime.
However you crime fighting team much include 3 human friends and a dog.
( JeffTheDogFucker Can you dig it?, Sun 4 Sep 2011, 16:47, Reply)

this is entirely correct and spiffing

( Citizen Cavy Admires your passion for conformity, Sun 4 Sep 2011, 16:50, Reply)

So what did you investigate?

( JeffTheDogFucker Can you dig it?, Sun 4 Sep 2011, 16:52, Reply)

Well there was this whole thing
with some smugglers on this island we were hanging out on. B3th said we should go home and it was none of our business, but Blousie said it was our duty as citizens to find out. Quixote said he was too scared and Jeff just barked.

So we snuck around the rock near the cove to see if we could make out what they were saying. It turns out that one of them was none other than Uncle Darth! "I never trusted him!" whispered b3th.

Well, he seemed to be in discussion with some ginger haired crone so we listened in closely to find out what was being said. Shockingly it turned out that he was arranging to smuggle barrels of general knowledge onto OtterIsland via B3topia from the mainland.

Well you know what Blousie thinks of actual facts! She ran out from behind the rock faster than you could say 'fantastic hair you've got there!' and ran towards Darth, screaming. B3th and I tried to stop her, but when we realised it was too late, we joined her to help, Jeff scampering alongside. Quixote just wet his pants.

Anyway, we managed to overpower Darth, but the ginger crone got away in her speedboat. Darth was very sorry and we marched him to the mods who locked him up for the night.

The case is still pending
( Citizen Cavy Admires your passion for conformity, Sun 4 Sep 2011, 17:06, Reply)

b3th likes this
*clicks*
( b3th Not shit. Not mod., Sun 4 Sep 2011, 17:14, Reply)

hahahahahahaha
*clicks*
( JeffTheDogFucker Can you dig it?, Sun 4 Sep 2011, 17:15, Reply)

Hahahah!

( girlinthehole, Sun 4 Sep 2011, 18:46, Reply)

And clickles from me too.

( CQ Knows the truth, all of it., Sun 4 Sep 2011, 18:59, Reply)

You can't have lashings of ginger beer without lashings of hard-boiled eggs.
One loosens your insides, the other counteracts the effect.
( b3th Not shit. Not mod., Sun 4 Sep 2011, 16:51, Reply)