Ceilidh's
turn my blood cold. The 'traditional' musak and out of breath jollity does my fucking tits in.

"Hey, come on join in, it's great fun"

"No thanks, but you go on ahead, I'll just sit here thanks"

"Aw come on, it's great fun"

"So you said"

"Don't be a party pooper"

"What, how the fuck am I 'pooping' anybody's party, just leave me be you hatchet faced harpy"

"Now that's just rude"

"Correct, now jig the fuck out of my sight"
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Thu 26 Nov 2009, 16:23, 2 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

Seems a bit harsh to me.

( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Thu 26 Nov 2009, 16:27, Reply)

Agreed,
I've said I don't want to, twice, now fuck off and force your shit onto someone else.
( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Thu 26 Nov 2009, 16:33, Reply)

*firm handshakes*
shall we duck outside for a smoke and let these kerazzy party animals get on with it
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Thu 26 Nov 2009, 16:35, Reply)

They are just too mad c-razy for me

you lot prance around in circles me and cancer will go and get cancer outside.
( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Thu 26 Nov 2009, 16:40, Reply)

Hold on chaps,
Just going to get my stash out of my coat and I'll be with you in a second. And LOOK! I've purloined a bottle of champers.

Chin chin!
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 26 Nov 2009, 17:07, Reply)

Excellent
I've got some salvia if you fancy it?

/reality
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Thu 26 Nov 2009, 17:20, Reply)