by black bart on Mon May 16, 2011 5:23 pm
I sell the toaster on Aaargh Bay and refuse to refund the money when Nef Yoo gets a Fish head stuck in it.
I throw my, rather sweaty, Swansea City scarf at the next poster (in delight).
The smoke wafted gently in the breeze across the poop deck and all seemed right in the world.