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Pray I don't alter it further
I'll go for no deal.
I mean, if it were up to me, you'd be required to wear leather pants at all times.
There, silence from Des for a bit. No worries, embassy is still there :)
Pants, bah.
When the hell did you start praying?
You want tighter pants? Comin' right up.
For the grace of my company, naturally.
I thought that horse was dead, burned, then buried somewhere in the Italian alps.
History is an infinite loop
Fair point, carry on
One might even say hoop
Spiraling down.
Hey I'll take an infinite hoop if only for the smelting value
History is an infinite poop
Hence it deserves our undivided attention.
Mr Alpaca Man
Hm, cinnamon chili.
Thernsy you so spicy gurl
Mr British Sir
I found a recipe for pumpkin cinnamon chili, I wanna try it.
Be liberal with the squashes, dear. Go nuts, as it were.
I'd never be a sir because that would require me saying yes to it and bowing before the queen.
Tis only one queen that I bow before.
Please call me British Esquire.
No worries, by the time you are eligible for being a sir, you have to bow to Charles.
Or, if you are lucky, his son.
Bill or hank?