Born in 1457, Andrew spent his formative years hunting rattlesnakes on the banks of the Mississippi River. Tiring of this, he worked alongside Yasmine Bleeth as a stockbroker in New York, before jacking it in to join the Amish community. A briefly succesful music career in Japan followed before the sake got the better of him and he retired to an obscure part of the public sector in Ireland. He will be pleasantly astonished if anyone chooses to listen to him. He thinks he can spell really well. He feels bad about the rattlesnakes now.
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Erm. I'm afraid to ask. Flu?
I hope both are okay...
Argh that is very sweet.
I think.
Eww!
Sexytime...
Darragh - no, not flu, unfortunately.
Sarah - ummm...
Darren - So's your face.
RPs - Snot is so hot right now.
@Andrew - shite. Sorry dude!
Having been there morre than once I can vouch for this, and I'm usually the snottier.
*hugs*
aww...
Thanks guys. Jeez, i've really got to stop blogging about every time i cry. I went about two years without one once, shame I wasn't a blogger then.
drinkies?
Since a year or so ago I do it all the time Andrew. I think the trauma just brought the natural tendancy in me. I actually like being easily set off.
Um...hug?
I once knew aguy called Snot Rockets. Nice guy.
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