SGUK MEET: A Nice Quiet Drink
Well kiddies, it was another good one.
Starting at the Porterhouse, which disgusted us to our very core in MOMENTS, we found ourselves in the alleyway beside the trusty Ship soon after.
Now, heres the scary bit- being able to actually hear yourself think, i realised that i would actually have to have CONVERSATIONS with my fellow SGUK'ers. Sensible conversations. Things like: 'So, how has your day been?'. 'Oh really?, thats interesting' etc...
This prospect disturbed me greatly.
I even had to heart to heart withmunch, saying that i wish i could just talk like a human being. And he, to my surprise, admitted that he wished he could spew the kind of bollocks patented by yours truly on a regular basis. bonkers!
God knows i tried. All the angels in heaven can attest that yes, Traumatron attempted several times to start sensible conversations, only to have his personality ruin each and every one of them, leaving my talky-partners at a loss for a reply to my wacky moon-speak.
I gave up in the end. I gave up SO MUCH that i even decided to partially disrobe for creamygoodness' camera. In a pseudo suicideboys type manner. Sigh...
Ladies and Gentleman.
I am blissfully demented.
And always will be.
Well kiddies, it was another good one.
Starting at the Porterhouse, which disgusted us to our very core in MOMENTS, we found ourselves in the alleyway beside the trusty Ship soon after.
Now, heres the scary bit- being able to actually hear yourself think, i realised that i would actually have to have CONVERSATIONS with my fellow SGUK'ers. Sensible conversations. Things like: 'So, how has your day been?'. 'Oh really?, thats interesting' etc...
This prospect disturbed me greatly.
I even had to heart to heart withmunch, saying that i wish i could just talk like a human being. And he, to my surprise, admitted that he wished he could spew the kind of bollocks patented by yours truly on a regular basis. bonkers!
God knows i tried. All the angels in heaven can attest that yes, Traumatron attempted several times to start sensible conversations, only to have his personality ruin each and every one of them, leaving my talky-partners at a loss for a reply to my wacky moon-speak.
I gave up in the end. I gave up SO MUCH that i even decided to partially disrobe for creamygoodness' camera. In a pseudo suicideboys type manner. Sigh...
Ladies and Gentleman.
I am blissfully demented.
And always will be.
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I would like a new belt, as long as you're knitting things- I blew the last three at the all-you-can-eat dinners at Sizzler last month.