Quiet room...

[Moos]

@#$%&? @#$%&@#$%&!

[Brendan]

Yeah but you would say that wouldn't you.

EDIT: fuck

[Moos]

*sulky shrug*

[Michael Palaeologus]

"Another donut?"

[red devil]

*Picks up empty Krispy Kreme box and puts it the bin. Tuts...*

[dulwichmum]

In another half hour I can open a bottle! Well, it would be rude not to...

[bigbadwolf]

Well well well wouldya look who the cat dragged in. How's thing DM?

[Mikecg]

Thing's ok, it's Cousin IT I'm worried about.

[red devil]

*Picks up empty Gin bottle and puts it in the bin. Tuts...*

[dulwichmum]

*Staggers out from behind Chinese screen holding bottle and slurs*:

"Nice to see you, to see you..."

*Falls face down on the chaise and starts to mumble to self.*

[bigbadwolf]

Can somebody call for a taxi.

[bigbadwolf]

"How much"? Oh tell them not to come as she'll probably throw up anyway. Come on Red help me carry her upstairs. "Jesus wept man she may be unconcious but you can't do that, we're Englishman for god sake!"

[Mikecg]

Yet another example of f*ckwhittedness, plural does not equate to adjective as in, "I am an Englishman", "We are Englishmen".

We are English Man! might work though.

[bigbadwolf]

You obviously rolled your sleeves up for that one Mike, shame you had to edit it.

[KalamityKel]

hehe at both!

[Mikecg]

I inserted a picture of the Wolfe T-Shirt but it didn't sit too well in the context of the post so I removed it.

[Mikecg]

Shhhhhuuuuush! *Says in a very slight voice, "Don't forget, this is the Quiet Room".*

[bigbadwolf]

You can talk, stop reading out loud. I can almost picture your lips moving whilst you read this Mike.

[Mikecg]

Yes indeed, good int it.

[RosieH]

*sneaks in - is it here?*

*ah, there it is, nudging out from under the chaise longue*

*picks it up, thinks about it for a second*

*slips it in pocket - maybe tomorrow*

*closes door quietly behind her*

[Michael Palaeologus]

*Wanders in*

*Looks under chaise Longue*

"Somebody has nicked my copy of Razzle, the one with Dulwichmum as the centrefold. It was admittedly for those with specialist tastes and a strong stomach, but nonetheless ...."

[Moos]

*storms in*

Where is it??! Where is it?! I KNOW I left it here!

*picks up and discards some dodgy mag with "I belong 2 Mike P - pors off" scribbled on the front*

That's not it! Where is it?!! I'll get that RosieH, I'll get her good, the cocktail-swilling minx!

*storms out*

[dulwichmum]

Bounces athletically into quiet room. Jogs about in baby blue cashmere knitted track suit and breaks into a bout of kick boxing moves. Accidentally kicks Michael in the nuts ... "Oh dear!"

"Michael dear, perhaps I should take up something less dangerous as a hobbie, how about needle point? I would love a tailors dummy, but I hear that the best are those one makes ones self... Will you help me sweetie? I have some duct tape, and some instructions...

"Now, stand up straight with your hands over your head. Stand up Michael, tall like a soldier" - (kicks Michael in shins)

"Take off your shirt sweetie, let me see that hairy chest of yours..."

[KalamityKel]

*cringes*

[daizie]

*double cringes*