Dear Mr Sir Atmousphere
Shut up moaning or I'll chew your whiskers off and feed them to my ferrets.
Thank you for your kind attention.
Yours sincerely
Mrs Uncosy Catweazle
Mwuhahahahaha :-D
Awwww that sucks :-(
I'll come round your house and snuzzle your whiskers and put a cool flannel on your forehead.
Then I'll hack your ears off with a scalpel you filthy communist spy !!!!!!!
It does. I at least stopped puking out any food I ate :p So far so good, though I feel delusional.
That sounds lovely, grandma. Don't forget to kiss them and they'll grow 10x
But I hate communists. Xi Yang Xi doesn't exist anymore
<-------- It's just me, Pocketrocket.
So you assassasssassassasssasssinated him then. Good for you.
Bleurgh, I feel weak and weedy tonight. And I've got to go and dish up some slops to Mr Weazle.
So I bid you adieu and hope you feel so great tomorrow that you are doing one-handed press-ups whilst balancing a grand piano on your buttocks.