Kinda Conga in the Tonga, huh ?
Sounds like Craven bravely offering to penetrate the ranks of the evil wimmin's conspiracy, for the sake of all mins.
He's gonna need help . . . here, give 'im my number . . .
I am perfectly willing to handle it on my own. We all ahve our cross to bear. Men should abstain, I'll take one for the team.
How very noble of ye . . .
Sometimes you just have to buckle down and grin and bear it.
Don't bare it aroun' here, i gots a delicate stomach . . .
In ze olden days they'd just call that a beer belly...
Ironically, i weigh a good deal more now, years after i gave up spiritous liquors . . . but that comes from my knee injury, really . . .
I consume prodigious amounts of alcohol on a daily basis, plus eat junk food and smoke like a chimney, yet I have maintained the chisled, almost god-like physique from my youth. I believe I may be immortal.
Goddess help us all, then!
And where has this chis led your physique, I find myself wondering?
I was rather hoping that my spelling error would have gone unnoticed, but the ever-vigilant grammatical watchdog of the internet, the esteemed PatioDog, has struck again. There is no escaping "The Eye."
yes, even I missed it - he has the eye indeed!
gustav, you suddenly look like Presuming Ed from Withnail and I...
aunty? Are you attuned for advice giving?
I have developed a rash on my prepuce. Please help.
Please help. Please help us all.
Come're lil' girl . . . i'll help ya . . .
