let us reconcile and i offer my sincere apologies to the lady for any insults, lets try to get through this.This gentleman waits patiently whilst the 'Duke' Of the Indian Cornwall tries to slay me in this rather bleak situation.
let us reconcile and i offer my sincere apologies to the lady for any insults, lets try to get through this.This gentleman waits patiently whilst the 'Duke' Of the Indian Cornwall tries to slay me in this rather bleak situation.
I've had this issue ever since my wife left me for a shoemaker, whilst nailing my foot to a coffin...long story I dare say...
If the lady accepts your apologies, then all is forgiven, if not, then it seems we cannot be friends, as I do not want to be nailed to a coffin again!
Did I mention she tried to drown me?I don't know how I managed to get on this boat after the experience...
But shhh, you'll wake the babies
breaks down*
Last edited by Thermal; 03-07-2010 at 02:58.
Aw, we don't get to randomly lynch people like we usually do on the first day of a mafia game?
Don't ask me. I wanted to join in the roleplaying (Francis Straker-Finch (nee Frank Scuttle) at your service, social climber and companion to a succession of rich widows), but I'm too sick to manage it. Pity me. *coughs on everyone*
as does a fine port.Brandy helps ease the pain
Beer is the solution (and cause) of all of life's problems.
Lady Weston-Hogues looks horrified.
Brandy? Port?! Scotch?!!!
Filthy foreign muck!
Gin's the thing.
Claret for a bishop, port for a rector, currant for a curate and gin for the clerk.
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