Thanks for enloightenin' me. Duzn't sound loike ye be gettin' an infeckshin then.
Oi did once get an infeckshin from me crewmate's sphincter. We ran outta food on me ship Full As A Boot, an' it turned oot 'e was canoodlin' with one o' the other men. Oi thort it looked a bit green when oi cut it oot. Fer moor infermashin, check the Pickin' yer nose and Other Evils thread.
Arrghh, oi meant to arsk, is the tattoo on yer arm, back, face, etceteraarrgghh?
A flap of the wings yesterday means big changes tomorrow.
Let's work together to keep the present inevitable.
So yeah, I went and got a blog.