We have no food for breakfast.
I might just have coffee. I wish I still smoked.
( Esme Weatherwax I swear on my tash it's daycent hash, Sun 17 May 2009, 10:04, archived)

Noit just walked past the kettle and wouldn't turn it on.
What a cunt.
( Esme Weatherwax I swear on my tash it's daycent hash, Sun 17 May 2009, 10:04, archived)

that was mean,
I laughed.
( jenpots, Sun 17 May 2009, 10:10, archived)

It is mean, isn't it.

( Esme Weatherwax I swear on my tash it's daycent hash, Sun 17 May 2009, 10:12, archived)

if it's any consolation, I've had a massive breakfast and a couple of fags
and I have a nice cup of coffee
( Gilgamesh gazed in wonder as Frampton came alive, Sun 17 May 2009, 10:07, archived)

I hate you.
Give me a fag.
( Esme Weatherwax I swear on my tash it's daycent hash, Sun 17 May 2009, 10:11, archived)

nooooooooooooooooooooo, you've stopped!
no fags for Esme

I meanwhile get to enjoy the lung-rotting nicotine rush of impending emphysema
( Gilgamesh gazed in wonder as Frampton came alive, Sun 17 May 2009, 10:13, archived)

You fucking cunt.
I HOPE YOU DIE ROARING.
( Esme Weatherwax I swear on my tash it's daycent hash, Sun 17 May 2009, 10:14, archived)

:(

( Gilgamesh gazed in wonder as Frampton came alive, Sun 17 May 2009, 10:18, archived)

Not really.
I luff woo.
( Esme Weatherwax I swear on my tash it's daycent hash, Sun 17 May 2009, 10:21, archived)

Five foot sausages, twelve foot bacon.
Good times.
( Wildheart Baby. Drunken Mess In A Good Way, Sun 17 May 2009, 10:16, archived)