Where the hell is my blowtorch?

[fearmyblowtorch]

I woke up this mornin' ta find it missin'! Both of them!

All of ya slags oughta stop starin' at my chest and help me find it!

/tucks braid back behind ear

Comments

[shedonedidbecky]

Hello, Nolly-Pop Mr. Norris.

Perhaps you should check with Barbara? She seems awfully fond of it.

[fearmyblowtorch]

Whoa, there...is that you, Becky? 'Cause ya look pretty damn fine for bein' a fella.

Maybe I should - for all I know, she's probably a Bob by now. D8

[shedonedidbecky]

Rebecca, yes. Thank you. I keep catching glimpses in mirrors and flushing at myself.

.....Mr. Mom? Oh, good grief.

[fearmyblowtorch]

Eh, I don't care, as long as she's still good-lookin'. 8)

[anirishbloke]

I AIN'T STARIN' AT NO ONE DON'T BE LUMPIN' ME WITH THE REST O' THIS LOT.

[fearmyblowtorch]

Last time I checked, there was no picture of Mister Stango on my chest, so I don't know what your excuse is.

[anirishbloke]

/backhands

[fearmyblowtorch]

Why, you-

/attempts to claw at McGee's hair with welding gloves on