TO: MISTER LYNK FROMAGE
 

*hands you a silver plate with a duct tape tied up mister weasel on it*

here's your rat, good sir, he left the door open just so you know :dozey:



*pokes you hard*

take more care next time or else you'll face this

*shoves you into a room with five klingon slave girls who haven't been with a real man like you in aaaages*


*slams door and runs*





oh, and, heavy breastday :D

I concur.

Oh dear.

Klingon Slave girls.

I hear they like the 'hard' stuff :naughty:

HIPY PAPY BTHUTHDTH THUTHDA BTHUTHDY

Yrs,
Wol

I just love the way that sounds.