Re: Return raventoujours_siriusSeptember 28 2006, 22:32:04 UTC
Sarah,
That would indeed be the wanker. And, unfortunately, he is no longer popcorn. So, if you see a pasty, hook-nosed, greasy-haired git skulking the halls like an overgrown bat, I highly recommend a one-two punch of a Jelly-Legs Jinx followed by a Self-Punching Charm. I mean, why do the work when he can do it for you?
This WWF thing sounds brilliant. You think anyone would want to do it? I think a belt is a stupid prize, though. If I had to wear a weird costume and duel someone in some sort of bizarre fashion, I'd want something worthwhile, like...hell, I have no idea what I'd want, but definitely not a belt.
Jenga's...hard to explain. It involves wooden blocks, dexterity, and extreme sexual pleasure.
Sure, I'd be glad to teach you some sobering charms. The main one is Siccosobrium, and it's a cinch to do. And, yeah, 'interesting' is probably a good word for my teenage years. Best years of my life, they were. What about you? One of the few things I learnt when I was in the loony bin in Reno was that our teenage years often form the basis for much of our lives. Not quite sure what that says about me, but there you go.
If the trousers I already suggested don't work out, we could always go with spandex. Nothing goes with a drinking context like a couple of bulges, right?
Shirts and silly hats sound fantastic. Possibilities for a slogan for Cox's shirt include the following:
- I LOVE COCK COX - You and me, baby, ain't nothing but mammals, so let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel - I got humped by Sirius, and all I got was this lousy T-shirt
Any suggestions for Stephen's shirt?
And yeah, I was a living, breathing, breast-having woman for quite a while! I haven't got a clue what queen you're talking about, but if she was evil, I don't see why she'd inspire me to be a woman. No, it was simply hexed chocolate. I might have to eat one again sometime. I sort of miss my breasts.
That would indeed be the wanker. And, unfortunately, he is no longer popcorn. So, if you see a pasty, hook-nosed, greasy-haired git skulking the halls like an overgrown bat, I highly recommend a one-two punch of a Jelly-Legs Jinx followed by a Self-Punching Charm. I mean, why do the work when he can do it for you?
This WWF thing sounds brilliant. You think anyone would want to do it? I think a belt is a stupid prize, though. If I had to wear a weird costume and duel someone in some sort of bizarre fashion, I'd want something worthwhile, like...hell, I have no idea what I'd want, but definitely not a belt.
Jenga's...hard to explain. It involves wooden blocks, dexterity, and extreme sexual pleasure.
Sure, I'd be glad to teach you some sobering charms. The main one is Siccosobrium, and it's a cinch to do. And, yeah, 'interesting' is probably a good word for my teenage years. Best years of my life, they were. What about you? One of the few things I learnt when I was in the loony bin in Reno was that our teenage years often form the basis for much of our lives. Not quite sure what that says about me, but there you go.
If the trousers I already suggested don't work out, we could always go with spandex. Nothing goes with a drinking context like a couple of bulges, right?
Shirts and silly hats sound fantastic. Possibilities for a slogan for Cox's shirt include the following:
- I LOVE COCK COX
- You and me, baby, ain't nothing but mammals, so let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel
- I got humped by Sirius, and all I got was this lousy T-shirt
Any suggestions for Stephen's shirt?
And yeah, I was a living, breathing, breast-having woman for quite a while! I haven't got a clue what queen you're talking about, but if she was evil, I don't see why she'd inspire me to be a woman. No, it was simply hexed chocolate. I might have to eat one again sometime. I sort of miss my breasts.
- Sirius
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