I would imagine someone fat, somewhere north of Newcastle is locking himself in a coal bunker and gorging himself on whatever he can find in the bins, out of abject fear.
I AM WELL, HOW ARE YOU?
(, Sun 7 Jun 2009, 10:12, archived)
I mean, do we really need another one?
I'm going to have myself sterylised for the sake of mankind.
(, Sun 7 Jun 2009, 10:15, archived)
Last I heard, his pet Troglodyte wouldn't even let him into the cavern of sorrow, lest he brought a shiny golden ring and buffet dining.
(, Sun 7 Jun 2009, 10:17, archived)
and I realised it could be jealousy. An ugly emotion. It would suit him.
(, Sun 7 Jun 2009, 10:21, archived)
I'm not too bad. About to get up and drink some tea whilst trying to analyse last night's dream. IT'S ALL GO HERE.
(, Sun 7 Jun 2009, 10:18, archived)