because my freaking DINNER ISNT COOKED YET!

I'm not sure how to do that, so i'm going to be more english at you instead, guv'nor

The hell? I thought i was going to get me some murder here. When we got to the part about glue paper, i was really intrigued. Now i'm disappointed. Go kill someone.

No way man. I've been without for several years. I've not had so much as a damned HUG in like, four years, giver or take a year. That surely makes me the biggest loser here by a country mile.

Blimey...

yeah... i was slightly worried there for a moment.

You are an ugly, pox-ridden whore, who will die a lonely, unloved death in a cesspit of a retirement home. The only reaction to your parting will be when the nurses go through your stuff and sell your heirlooms on eBay. This will happen because you are so fundamentally unlikable.

If my some insane chance you manage, or have managed to reproduce, your children will be shunned for the genetically inferior scum they are, and will be forced to live out their lives in society's darkest corners, much like yourselves. One of them will see you one last time in a cesspit of a retiremnt home, as they go through your belongings, looking for stuff to sell on eBay.

The taint of your very existence will be felt through the generations, and anyone who lives in the place of your birth will be doomed to a similar life of misery and social ineptitude, as your putrid influence on humanity lingers like the malfescent aroma of a week old hobo corpse.



Do i win yet? Or did i get the game wrong? I had fun anyway.

I suppose i could live with that.

Google is your friend!

Perhaps it's more familiar to an englishman like myself :P

To do what with, exactly? Would you make an awesome maypole, for example? That'd be totally sweet.

Oh no way. I'm totally the biggest loser here.

...Eat me?

But... but...

I LIKE my skin. It keeps my inside stuff inside.

Hmm, i'm gonna try another five.

I can actually sing fairly well, but more often than not i'll pretend i cant, mostly for comedic value

Catch me in the wrong mood and i'm such a pervert i even frighten myself sometimes

I can't grow a beard to save my life. Nothing meets up.

I've been too ill to go to the gym all week this week, but i've gone all three times anyway, because i feel strangely obliged to drive my brother there.

My 'personal space' is bizzarely large, and only people i really like are allowed anywhere in it without me getting tetchy

Happy Samhain kiddies!

Hey, i remember this room. I hope nobody stole my seat...

I think probably my problem is that i give up way before it's wise to. I tend to react badly if i've got competition for a girl. I naturally assume i've lost, pretty much straight away, and quit. Or i'll just decide a girl is way out of my league, and go running to hide in my shell :P.

You know, that on top of the more obvious issues, anyway.

Meh, i've seen boobs before. Damned internets seem to be full of them

Oh I'm single. Very single. For like, years. I'm not saying how many. Less than ten, but more than five.

It's not like i did anything special. I didn't know at the time.


That's rough...


I dunno, i kind of saw the funny side really.

It's not like i did anything special. I didn't know at the time.