Beer OClock

Naturally. My charisma is terrifyingly intense.

He's mean.

Oh cupcake. You were showing so much potential. Don't you think it would have been prudent not to have a bout of hysteria, kept a stiff upper lip and not had a tantrum in this thread, thus negating you of any sense of respectability?

I most certainly am your better. Don't take it too hard, I am sure you are used to failure.

You think so, and how can you tell that when my trouser snake is firmly ensconced between the herpes sore infested gob shite you sport on your ugly fucking mug?

That's fine. This wont take long at all, what I've got planned. What's a few hours between friends?

Oh stop your snivelling you regrettable little nonce. It is shocking you don't prance about in a pink frock with all that whining. "The rules, the rules!!" What a stupid tart.

Oh come on. I know all about secret tunnels. I am not into that kama sutra shit. Put your feet apart as you kneel down. You have any Crisco?

I'm sorry, I am not into that deviant shit. But I'll still sodomize you. Put the kettle on, I'll be there shortly.

Now don't get all contrite because I bitchslapped you. You were doing so well, it's too early for me to trample you. Try and keep up, princess.

Oh, no risk of pregnancy with what I've got planned, no worries. Shall I leave the lights on?

Are you talking to me Danny Kaye? Now, let's get one thing straight. I am better than you. I'm glad we had this talk.

I shall sire a son in you shortly. Soak your feet.

I don't partake in the nutritional calamitous epidemic that is fast food, you rube.

Fluffy bunny? No, that's my chest hair, lady.