….. I’ve saved Zelda [and the Twilight Princess Midna]from Ganondorf.
It’s only taken me 62 hours and 31 minutes [shusssssh, don’t tell the terrible Goddess]. Luckily the game was a birthday present from Penfold and the delectable Tango so, surely, I can’t be in too much trouble for wasting my time.
OK, what’s next? All gifts that I can play on my Game Cube gratefully received ……..
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Stumble It!
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HOW old are you again???
I’m not sure ……. still young enough to rescue damsels in distress though …….. *puts on armour* ……. *collapses under the weight*
as long as you can have nap in between it would seem lol
…… for several months preferably …….
thank goodness us goddesses are usually not in need of saving from the likes of Ganondorf!!!
I must admit, as a breed, you are rather hard work ……. [can't catch me!!!! - tee hee] …… whoooooooooooooooooooooosh
I know deep down in your desperate rush to get back to Zelda you actually meant ‘working’….
Did I? ……. I never knew that …….. tee hee
you have to try again! this time: 62 hours 30 minutes.
(pssst: note to Lo, TG — BRILLIANT gift. keeps him out of trouble, doesn’t it?)
I reckon I could cut the time down even more!!!! *rushes away to try*
I’m a little worried now. First you’ll spend hours playing video games, but when you get bored of that, you’ll turn to computer hacking and before we know it you’ll be on the news and we’ll all be inundated with press who wants to know if we ‘had any idea’ or ‘what was he like back then…”
I think Penfold and Tango should be more responsible about the gifts they give you. Heaven knows, having one hacker in our midst is worry enough…
(Off to rummage in the fraccy child’s gamecube games to find something safe for him to play… like ‘animal crossing’)
Oooo – I’ve never played that ….. is it fun?
Well, the daughter still likes it (and Harvest Moon) but the #3 son thinks he’s too old for it… so probably perfect for you!
(You get little animal characters and you build them a house, plant gardens, shake trees for money that falls out of them, go to the store and buy things or mail letters to people, etc.. playing house with little animals essentially… quite charming really…)
Oh, it’s like a ‘Sims’ thing is it ……. can’t get on with those at all I’m afraid ……
no… not like sims… they’re little fictional animal creatures… cute and sweet and nothing like the sims.
The fraccy children play the sims as well and mostly I just get mad at them… but shhh… don’t tell anyone I said this, but…
(I’ve played animal crossing.)
You ‘ickle devil!!!!!
Your son’s panties are too tight and he sounds like Suzanne Vega.
I’ll go and see if I can help ……. whooooosh
Still giggling …
Oh for goodness sake ………
misterwoppit! Who ever gave you the permission to be gone so long? Some folks have really been out of sorts without you.
For shame.
The queef discussions have been empty and pointless without your presence.
I never ever thought I’d see the word ‘queef’ over here ……… Fraccy!!!!
I googled … Frac!!!!
I had to Google as well ……. [I knew there had to be a name though ....... tee hee]
Don’t you wish that was your job? (Thinking up names/words for odd things I mean, not that other possibility… lol)
I do have a name for that as a matter of fact but I couldn’t possibly repeat it here ……
It’s misterwoppit’s fault… really, it is. Or maybe it was someone else? lol… I just know it’s not *my* fault. It never is…
Oh pshaw. That’s why you like me DP… you get to live through me and hear naughty things and no one can blame you. Do you think I don’t see your IP addy visiting all those bra pages at the fraccy blog?
Sheee-eeesh.
Bras are one thing …… the ‘other’ thing is another thing altogether …… [mind you, it's a word I might casually drop into conversation at the next Whist Drive in the church hall] …….
See… I provide a useful service to folks. Think of all the trivia you wouldn’t know without me around.
I do wholeheartedly suggest you drop that into the conversation at the next Whist Drive in the church hall. It’s a public service you know. There are people who might need to ask their doctor for advice and, not having the correct word, suffer in silence (well, maybe not silence but you know what I mean….)