Oh, hey, you're, uh, back early. Nice tan. How was the beach? Really? That had to sting. Yeah, I bet; that's why I don't do the naturalist thing. What? Oh, no worries, everything was fine. Like you were never away. Face lifts and cartoons and beginnings and stuff. Sweet. No probs. Just one thing. No biggie, put the suitcase down. Did you want to get changed first, I can wait. No, just you look tired. Long journey, right. How about I make a nice cup of tea, that'll set you right. No, actually there's none of that left, and it's a bit early anyway. Good flight? I always wanted to try first-- No, it was nothing, just one of those Blogger things. Well, you know, when you go to the dashboard to check up on the blogs and there's that big button that says "Delete Blog?" Just, you might not want to press that one. Again. Don't worry, I rewrote what I could. From memory. It's almost the same. Just shorter. More efficient, really. No, don't thank me, it was the least I could do. Anyway, must be off, sitting for Nathan Bransford for a few days. Pass me that surfboard, got to get in character. Method, you know. No, really, just put the cheque in the post, it'll be fine. You might want to get some cream, you're awful red...
--ril
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Oh my word that was brilliant! I just wish I'd have thought of it but I couldn't have done it justice as you did.
Hahahahahahahahahahahaha
Awesome, ril!
Ofcourse, I meant naturist, not naturalist, though the latter does ad a little more of the bizarre, I guess...
Ha!!! Freaking amazingly good stuff.
And as for naturist vs. naturalist, hey, whatever. (I got the point and I enjoyed the imaginary visuals. Thanks for that!)
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