You Can't Thame Cujo... or something witty like the British...

[cujo]

Early September, I shall be crossing the pond for an adventure of sorts. To defile the vistas and tropical bounty that is Britain. Get ready Chelsea, I shall be invading you and London with unadulterated Thomfoolery.

Where should I start first? Maybe a bawdy pose or two at Madam Tussaud's? Shall I dabble in the burroughs... or play follow the hub caps on London Bridge?

I'd really like to summit the clock there... I've always wanted to mount Big Ben.

Any suggestions?

 

[MissVelvetDress_75]

I HATE YOU!

 

[Red Ships of Scalla-Festa]

awesome, good for you!

 

[cujo]

Right on.

Are there any British folk around?

Take me on a tour? I don't mind wearing those kid leashes in public areas.

 

[Red Ships of Scalla-Festa]

meeganie lives there, but i dont know if she...uh...likes you? ya...thats it right there.

 

[cujo]

Touch?.

You really hit the nail on the doggontontipoodle... let's go oot for a pintaly say we? Oy gen!

 

[Red Ships of Scalla-Festa]

kissing

 

[cujo]

snoggin?

Are you floggin for a schlabuin svedish for tubin grubin?

My knickerbockers are entranced.

I think I shall go-go to a disco el fresco... agrio?

 

[Salome]

yep, definately not official