Jack, could you (or Ianto...probably Ianto) be willing to throw Andy into the courier pouch for me? He'd bounce around a bit and probably throw up a few times but it's the cheapest way to get him here. I promise there will be no spoilers. Odds are he won't leave my quarters. Well, I might show him what REAL traffic congestion looks like but that's about it.
This would be easier if you'd let me come to Cardiff. Is there a boundary that you're willing to live with? Swansea, maybe? Bangor? Blaenau Ffestiniog? (I just wanted to type that one.) How about Liverpool? You'd better be willing to let me into Scotland because...okay, it's TOP SECRET and if I tell you, Hart will find out because you never could keep anything from him.
NO WAY IN HELL ARE YOU TIME AGENCY ASSHOLES PUTTING A FOOT OR TENTACLE INTO CARDIFF.
If you want to debauch our Andy, you'll have to ask him to get on a train or bicycle and plod his way out to wherever you guys have your yurts assembled.
PS: I keep plenty of stuff from Hart. He has no idea I have cadbury buttons in Owen's old laundry basket.
I should report you for stealing that Mast Cannon. I really should. You can shoot one or two of us in the face but a squadron of Judoon enforcers is another story.
But I'm too nice. And I like Ianto too much, and Max Theresa. And Gwen. And I think Martha sounds like a sweetie. And I'd fall out of favor with Hart, who has his uses. And I was secretly pleased to see you steal that right out from under my boss' noses. It was elegant, sir, really elegant.
So not even the suburbs? Okay, Edinburgh it is. Although I wish I could figure out a way to whisk him away to my place. I think he'd enjoy the way we do rugby now.
And it would piss Hart off endlessly to find out that someone else has seen my bidet and he isn't allowed.
When you fuck Andy I want every last detail, asshole! Just because we don't take coffee breaks together any more doesn't mean we can't gossip. We have to do it long distance.
Write on a piece of scroll what his cock looks like so you can tie it to a pigeon leg and fly it over to me.
Don't they have them in Scotland, and why the hell do we have to travel so far just to please you, Mulder? Can't we just keep out of sight somewhere in Tenby...which would be nice, or even Barry Island... purely to save petrol *cough cough* yes? Not all of us settle for alleyways and stationary cupboards in filth and furtiveness. Some of us like the whole scenery and theatrical elegance. Welsh lives are like an opera plot more often than not.
This would be easier if you'd let me come to Cardiff. Is there a boundary that you're willing to live with? Swansea, maybe? Bangor? Blaenau Ffestiniog? (I just wanted to type that one.) How about Liverpool? You'd better be willing to let me into Scotland because...okay, it's TOP SECRET and if I tell you, Hart will find out because you never could keep anything from him.
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If you want to debauch our Andy, you'll have to ask him to get on a train or bicycle and plod his way out to wherever you guys have your yurts assembled.
PS: I keep plenty of stuff from Hart. He has no idea I have cadbury buttons in Owen's old laundry basket.
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Dammit, Craig, I'll respect your boundaries but you have to tell me what the hell they are!
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You're welcome to come visit Chicago! ;) I'll show you all the cool sites, and feed you good Chicago food like Gene & Jude's Chicago Hot Dogs!
(pssst...I like spoilers!)
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You're welcome to come visit Chicago! ;) I'll show you all the cool sites, and feed you good Chicago food like Gene & Jude's Chicago Hot Dogs!
(pssst...I like spoilers!)
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You can stroll hand in tentacle past the bagpipers on every corner screeching Amazing Grace and The Other Bagpipe Song for the tourists.
Just like your 4th honeymoon!
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But I'm too nice. And I like Ianto too much, and Max Theresa. And Gwen. And I think Martha sounds like a sweetie. And I'd fall out of favor with Hart, who has his uses. And I was secretly pleased to see you steal that right out from under my boss' noses. It was elegant, sir, really elegant.
So not even the suburbs? Okay, Edinburgh it is. Although I wish I could figure out a way to whisk him away to my place. I think he'd enjoy the way we do rugby now.
And it would piss Hart off endlessly to find out that someone else has seen my bidet and he isn't allowed.
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Write on a piece of scroll what his cock looks like so you can tie it to a pigeon leg and fly it over to me.
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AND NONE OF THE ANON CRAP!
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