
I don't know why, but I could really go for a firework show right now. I wouldn't even be turned into an all-you-can-eat buffet by some hungry mosquitoes!
I love it when that song comes up on the radio! I guess this will satiate my appetite for some explosions until July 4thHere you go:
*does everything in the span of a minute, with the help of a Jetsons Automator**decides that Manchesterite is British enough for the purposes of being made a maid, and makes him a maid*
Maid!!! At once!! Buff the floors to a high gloss shine; beat the carpets; wash the windows, and polish the chandeliers!!!
*does everything in the span of a minute, with the help of a Jetsons Automator*
Ahhh, technology.
*rubs awkwardly using my doggy paws, and kisses them when done*@Manchesterite, rub my feet!![]()
*rubs awkwardly using my doggy paws, and kisses them when done*
*Resists in understated Brit.**invades the UK and makes them all our butlers and maids due to them having the right accents, and to get even*
I say! @A Minty cheetah! Bring me my pipe and slippers!
@TR273! To the cellar! A bottle of 1945 Ch. Mouton-Rothchild!
*is scandalized that the mouse irons only The Daily Express*not ironing the morning paper
*Further resists, only ever uses the second best tea set, when guests come round.**is scandalized that the mouse irons only The Daily Express*