[ 008 : Video ]

[gloriousbasterd]

[ Gilbert is sitting, taking the time to kick back, very loud, explict German music playing in the background. Gilbert, for once in his life actually looks sincere about what he's about to do.]

West! I wrote you this poem, because I want you to talk to me again and you owe me 50 euros for that fucking tux!

Comments

[wewillwellroam]

A as in arse.

[gloriousbasterd]

A as in awesome!

I thought I should finally give you reason to use those icons.

[wewillwellroam]

Absobloodylutely atrocious.

I'm happy they're finally getting put to good use!

[gloriousbasterd]

Absowhat?

[wewillwellroam]

Bloody. Lutely.

[gloriousbasterd]

Speak proper English, god.

[wewillwellroam]

And I will continue to do so as I am English.

[gloriousbasterd]

Pip pip tally ho~~! Go have a scone and leave me the fuck alone~!

See, this is why I'm getting an A, in poetry.

[wewillwellroam]

You horrible prat! There's no way you're getting an A for that.

Trash.

[parfumdelarose]

[Lololololol]

Oui, oui, he's just like that~ Though I suggest you stay far far away from those rocks he calls scones, petit.

[gloriousbasterd]

Ew I wouldn't take anything he gave me!

[parfumdelarose]

Wise idea, mon ami~