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who's awake?
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Ok...
* the van drives off...still she laughs*
anyway, i'm off. laterz.
anyway, i'm off. laterz.
*gets budled into the white van laughing hystericly*
ahh the leprichaun...*ortega distracts her while the white coats bundle her into a van*
the doctors tell me to take them but i hide them under the magic tree stump......the leprichaun tells me to burn things
now, i'm only gonna ask you this once...you on drungs young lady?
*runs around in a small circle flapping arms*
well thats refreshing. funny too!
I would read that, but its far too late to read anything over two lines
This bloke Sam's been working on the stock exchange for 15 years and the stress has finally got to him. So he quits his jjob and buy a cottage in the middle of nowhere, right up in the highland of Scotland.
For six months he doesn't see a sould, until one evening, just as he's finishing his dinner, there's a knock on his front door. He opens it and there, on his door step, is a gigantic, ginger-bearded Scotsman in a kilt.
'Name's Hamish. I'm your neighbour from the other side of the glen. Im having a party on Saturday and I thought you might like to come along'.
'That's very kind of you,' says Sam. 'After six months of this I'm ready to meet some of the locals. Thank you very much'.
'Good,' says Hamish with a smile. 'I better warn you, though, there's gonna be some serious drinking done.'
'No problem,' replies Sam. 'After 15 years in the stock markets I can handle drink with the best of them.'
'More than likely to be a bit of a punch-up at some point as well,' says Hamish.
'Oh, I'm sure I'll be OK,' Says Sam. 'I can look after myself, and besides I tend to get along with most people.'
'One last thing,' says Hamish as he turns to leave, 'I've seen some pretty wild sex at these parties, as well.'
'Well, now you're talking,' says Sam, 'what time should I come over?'
'Oh, whatever time suits you,' says Hamish. 'After all, it's only going to be the two of us.'
For six months he doesn't see a sould, until one evening, just as he's finishing his dinner, there's a knock on his front door. He opens it and there, on his door step, is a gigantic, ginger-bearded Scotsman in a kilt.
'Name's Hamish. I'm your neighbour from the other side of the glen. Im having a party on Saturday and I thought you might like to come along'.
'That's very kind of you,' says Sam. 'After six months of this I'm ready to meet some of the locals. Thank you very much'.
'Good,' says Hamish with a smile. 'I better warn you, though, there's gonna be some serious drinking done.'
'No problem,' replies Sam. 'After 15 years in the stock markets I can handle drink with the best of them.'
'More than likely to be a bit of a punch-up at some point as well,' says Hamish.
'Oh, I'm sure I'll be OK,' Says Sam. 'I can look after myself, and besides I tend to get along with most people.'
'One last thing,' says Hamish as he turns to leave, 'I've seen some pretty wild sex at these parties, as well.'
'Well, now you're talking,' says Sam, 'what time should I come over?'
'Oh, whatever time suits you,' says Hamish. 'After all, it's only going to be the two of us.'
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