Where's am I?

[mc_mike]

Escargots not so ruddy bad. Chococolate covered snails, now , therea some first rate pavemnts pizza, that.

Some generous tourists offfered to buy me drinks because they were dead choffed with my statueing skills. Turns I'm a brilloant statue. Made ,oi, fifty, sixty, twelve - bloody hell, where'd the soddding hell dis it go? Got into a statue off with someother bloke who thoght I was encroachng on his trrritoy. Didn't see his ruddy name on the bleedin gtaes outside Notre bloody Damn. Sod him.

Tony, Terry, I don't know wher the bloody fuk I am. isome sods are shouting at me and there's pictures of peolple starkers everywhere and shtie; somw of these peoples need some fucking clohtes. Tierd now, so I'm gonna stop here on the bench. I wreckoned

Now qhats a funny word?

No shit I don't remeber.

Comments

Re: Private IO to Michael Corner

[charms-flitwick.livejournal.com]

I had no idea your happiness rely upon my use of your surname. By all means, carry on. I shant sleep knowing I've taken away your life happiness, your reason to live.


And no.

Private IO to Mr Flitwick

[http://users.livejournal.com/mike_corner_/]

Appreciate that, I do.

How about Fils?

When's it I'm needing to come back?