Well, are you?
Send me food parcels, Swedish masseurs, a thousand time zones.
I love you all.
Gil xx.
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@ 23/01/2008 – 23:58:03
Well, are you?
Send me food parcels, Swedish masseurs, a thousand time zones.
I love you all.
Gil xx.
You'll have to fight me for that one. In the old traditional Highland way. Bare-breasted and each carrying an 8 pound baby.*.

*Sorry, Blackadder boxset syndrome.

Ah, Blackadder. Love it.
May the path of your life be strewn with cow pats from the Devil's own Satanic herd*.

*Blackadder said that, not me. ![]()
Methinks you are madder than Mr MacMad, winner of last year's Mr Madman competition.
I'm sure it goes something like that... ![]()
I am reading this.
Are you pissed?
Not too much. Hubster has got back after a 10 day trip to India, hence the time zone reference. Like - jet lag - ..
Ah, no wonder you were in such exuberatnt mood.
Would you send me a masseur, if you get a spare one? I'd prefer italian, but sweeden will do![]()
xx
I was gonna say that hubby would be home soon. Hugs my lovely friend.
What would you like in your food parcels? 
Massage and not having to cook sounds good, same for me please
x
Of course I am reading this, I check it EVERY day bab. And of course I will send you the items requested. Since hubster is jet lagged shall I also send Daniel Craig, David Borenaz, a vat of chocolate sauce, handcuffs and a whip?? If not I'll just keep them here...![]()
Throw in James Marsters and you've got a deal ![]()
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And while you're at it, I'll have a lifetime's supply of chocolate.