pikey

:D That chippermost fellow Mr Owen Kash located it for me when he was very kindly looking for my original sheep rustling one. I like it even better and owe him a great debt, so I have promised to stop emptying my bowels in his garden as a reward.

:lol: The answer’s in the thread title, I see. No. I shall be being debauched.

When’s it on?

I don’t think dramatising it serves any purpose at all. If a dramatic exploration of the make-up of wickedness is its aim, then I reckon it has a lot to live up to; for example David Mamet’s or Shakey’s excellent plays.

I think it’s a revolting idea for a play. I reckon for the genuinely interested that a documentary would be more fitting. However, I would defend the production team’s right to produce it anyway, in spite of my, or anyone else’s, misgivings.

:lol: This is no time to be larking about! I’m foxless. Completely sans renard.

I’ve gone and lost my fox! Where’s Owen? He found it last time…

Where’s me fox gone?

I like it. It sets off my cheeky, sheep rustling fox rather well. I might hunt for a new signature piccie, though.

Bacchus is triumphant. Darkness closes. Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold.

My hours, like my bowels, are irregular. I intend to finish both and have plumped for smoke last.

:D I remember you, Mellow. You were that chap that was a bit soft in the head in t’pub. Nice to see you.

:D

He sounds like a proper cad. Best shot of him, I reckon.

@Ow£n Ka$h wrote:

I’m thinking of getting a dog! :twisted:

Do you want to buy one?

Certainly not. I do not frequent common taverns where the playing of pub games is encouraged.

Have you checked your garden?

I am near the famous city of Portsmouth. In the posh end of Lee on the Solent.

:lol: Cheeky fuck. I feel unconsciousness approaching and it’s your fault and I might take it all back in the morning.

:lol: It might be the booze and drugs, Ruby, but I would like to apologise for snapping at you. You’re not so bad, for a girl.