October 28, 2004

it comes in three's

right now, i'm suffering from:
1. THE gob ulcer
2. a wee paper cut on the thumb
3. a wee bruise on the arm

please i beseech ye's, have pity on moi.

[yeah, ever since when the letter b has turned into a whimperin sod. must be the air around 'ere, i tell ye.]

as enscribed by the letter b @ October 28, 2004 05:48 AM

ahh. sipping the tea and thinking of england. oh and some crumpets and biscuits to go along. i'm feeling much better now.

thank you so much sidekick :)

as blahed by the letter b @ October 28, 2004 01:38 PM

There, there now. Stiff upper-lip and all that.
Sit down, and have a nice cup of tea.
You will feel better.
I promise. ;)

as blahed by sidekick @ October 28, 2004 12:55 PM
yer six pences' worth s'il vous plaît:









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