Gawddamn ye rumshot heathen lot of gypsy devils. The world is going to hell! The end is nigh! War, Ebola, bleedin gigantic craters appearin in Siberia.... Oh, its looking grim, you poor sods. SO. What the hell are we gonna DO, Brig?! yer askin. Well, Himself is gonna TELL ye what we need tae do. First....you get all the single-malt Scotch ye can. Second....err.... humm.... Well, anyway....THEN, err..... Ah. You BRING that whisky oer here tae Needshank. And well plan our apocalypse preparedness strategy. Hip, attractive lassies? Forget the whisky. Just get here before its too late! Oh, but if its not too much trouble, maybe swing by the convenience store and grab come Reeses Peanut Butter Cups. Well need those, too. Himself will explain everything upon yer arrival....
Posted on: Tue, 29 Jul 2014 23:51:25 +0000
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