Does exactly what it says on the tin. Some of the nonsense contained herein may be very loosely related to The Sisters of Mercy, but I wouldn't bet your PayPal account on it. In keeping with the internet's general theme nothing written here should be taken as Gospel: over three quarters of it is utter gibberish, and most of the forum's denizens haven't spoken to another human being face-to-face for decades. Don't worry your pretty little heads about it. Above all else, remember this: You don't have to stay forever. I will understand.
Brideoffrankenstein wrote:Am I too late? Happy birthday!
Nope Libby, it's still me birthday. Absolute pleasure to meet you and Laz, indeed it was an absoute pleasure to meet every single one of you. Apart from Richey of course, who's a c**t.
There is increasing evidence to suggest that Chris may have been being sarcastic.
Haw you! Mr. James is a nice young man, his wife's a bit bats though...
"And when you start to think about death, you start to think about what's after it. And then you start hoping there is a God. For me, it's a frightening thought to go nowhere".
~ Peter Steele
HBDave. I've already said it anyway... you don't look a day over 37!
This man is the f**king last word in Gothspitality! Really cannot thank you and your lovely lady wife enough for letting us stay Sunday night with such short notice, had an excellent time.
Being awoken by angle-grinders at 8am was not so pleasant!
More gushing to follow in PM...
There's a man with a mullet going mad with a mallet in Millets
Oh... I'm late again. But you KNOW I love you and it is such a shame I couldn't visit your Planet on Sunday....
Hope you've had a great birthday and I wish you lots of LOVE, HAPPINESS and FUN in the forthcoming year! And many, many visits to your Planet too!
Being brave is coming home at 2am half drunk, smelling of perfume, climbing into bed, slapping the wife on the arse and saying,"right fatty, you're next!!"