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Ten - Whatever's this?
May. 9th, 2010 10:22 amHello, my name is Bob Fraser. This minor issue with the network is certainly interesting, isn't it? I always enjoy meeting new people.
When a man dies, he goes into a spaceship in space? Well, I suppose where else would a spaceship be? It appears that I owe Woodchuck Wesley an apology.
Ah, Woodchuck. Almost shot off his own nose when his antique musket went off on his face. Never did get it seen to properly. Used to flap it open whenever Stacy Longshaw would happen by. They ended up married for twelve years, until Woodchuck strained his heart throwing that caber. Always knew the scotch would get the best of him.
Anyway, I'm Bob, Bob Fraser.
Ah, Woodchuck. Almost shot off his own nose when his antique musket went off on his face. Never did get it seen to properly. Used to flap it open whenever Stacy Longshaw would happen by. They ended up married for twelve years, until Woodchuck strained his heart throwing that caber. Always knew the scotch would get the best of him.
Anyway, I'm Bob, Bob Fraser.
