I'll do whatever you say, just save me from the doldrums of word games, 'he is a liar and a cheater' he told me he loved on the forums and he sent me a flower' threads....
I'll heave my bosom, I'll scrub and turn down your bed, I'll even hold your toothbrush while you brush your teeth, gaze at you adoringly while you do that off road dirt stuff you bang on about.
Perhaps you could gain my golf clubs back that you took from me, to save me running off with a hole in onner...
And my shoes and help me unlace my bosom, so I can at least have a round and then I'll be back.
You say your problem is the war on terror? Or whatever?
I do have to say that yes, an aircraft such as that should not have been stricken by lightening alone, I would like to think that the engineering of planes has factored that problem into the building of crafts.
What is it that you are fuming about? The war on terror? Or the sad, sorry loss of so many lives?
Fuming will not help anyone, certainly not those who have lost loved ones through terrorism or faulty aircraft.
Man is in Europe, only son in US and as the snooty nosed brat is coming up 21, I feel I should be there to cook, clean his windows and feed his mates...
Oi, as much as I have been scrubbing and sweating and heaving bosoms, I can still raise a perfectly manicured eyebrow that will have you running to release the lifeboat...
Symbol will be back, I'm certain. Wordie is for me a complete scream, I mean who else could order a pink lappie?
Ama, the story will continue when I can think straight, at the moment, my apartment is scattered with notes, packing for my trip, I will miss Austria, it is a place where I found peace and harmony in my life, although am looking forward to seeing my son.
Oh yes, I remained on board as I had faith and I was met with cheek, insolence. Although I could practice my heaving bosom routine... That was good and I can lace my bodice up in record time now.
Maybe they are asleep in the deck below, having drunk some rum, I saw a few bottles overboard.
RE: The voyages and adventures of the Connectus and the Singulus
I'm happy heaving bosoms and scrubbing floors, keeps me outta trouble.You take control my girl and put him straight.
He's a bit of a cutie though.