…Beg your pardon? To what jig could you possibly be referring to?
What a coincidence. I found a list of ‘bite me’ and you made top of the list, baby.
Gotta go to work for like six hours, leave me awesome stuff or else
not-carver-edlund replied to your post: not-carver-edlund replied to your post:…
ive never worn a skirt
Really? Three hundred and fifty years and nobody can let go of it?
not-carver-edlund replied to your post: not-carver-edlund replied to your post: Gasping…
Okay, sissy.
Right, because drinking yourself into oblivion every minute of the day is so much manlier.
not-carver-edlund replied to your post: Gasping for a cup of tea. Canton just called me…
Tea? You are a sissy! Ran out of Craig?
Oh… Shut up, prophet. It’s a very select whiskey, you know… I mean, I’m not saying I can’t have it whenever I want, but it’s nice to save it for special occasions.
Unfortunately for him, Canton hasn’t been quite himself since the four of you left him behind. Sure, we may have reached this year by slightly different speeds, but it was a fun ride… depending on who you ask.
Hello, darling.
You heard right. Daddy's home. And in the rather nice body of some FBI lad from the sixties, so he's been around a while... Though not as long as I have, of course. But we've had opportunities to get, ah... 'pally', you might say. Or you might not. Whatever you're into.
SuperWho roleplayer.
Make a deal.
Then again, feel free to simply give me your soul.
