stolen from someone's MySpace bulletin
29 May 2008, 01:45 AM
Subject: madness.
Body: ...it's my fear of.
i wish i was mad sometimes. the time is 12:42 on the rocket clock. except... the rocket has run out of power. we are destined to remain on this desolate hell hole of a planet forever. what can we do, good sir? NOTHING. i say, i could do with a nice cuppa tea willy. on ya way! fetch me some fresh earl grey you little shit. and make it strong. you know, so strong i can't even taste the tea. you know the way i like it you little scoundrel.
MUG! CUP! SAUCER! mmmmm. tea.
and get me a little bit of trifle as well bitch. go easy on the brandy. you know... so easy, i can't even taste it.
at the double good sir! ha!
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