Toga, toga, toga

Rhys' has now left the building.... Let's go mucking fental!

I still have a Tizer bottle full of adrenochrome left over from Friday, a packet of HobNobs, some mescaline and two tubs of gloy in a Tesco Express bag if anyones up for a huff....

and Thing1 and Thing2 in a box for when it really kicks off

I feel like getting over exuberant

I'll get this bad boy started







God I miss Rhys already

Adrenochrome Blimey, that's hard core.

You've never had to clean up after Thing1 and Thing2... the adrenochrome takes the edge off the Mr Sheen fumes

I misread your post as Tora, Tora, Tora and launched an attack on the American fleet at Peral Harbour. They are mad as hell about it.

Day 1 of Rhys's holiday and we are now at war with the world's leading spenders on defence. It doesn't bode well for the rest of the week.

I fear that without Rhys' iron fist and steadying hand (and inspite of the Colonel's common sense rules) this board will descend into anarchy and a primordial feral state... much like Pontlottyn after the Turkey bingo night chucks out the Cherry B fuelled crazed punters on a Tuesday evening before the buses stop running

Can we cuss now?

Feck yeh!

Bollux, quim, fanny batter

Boobs!

That can be spelled on an LED calculator.. I can also spell jisum on a calculator... No wait I can't spell it... It was an accident when I was trying to calculate how much pocket money I would get in a year when I opened the Gratton's catalogue at the ladies under crackers section...