Seeing the wire screen I'm guessing you're in a minimum security lock-up. When youre freed, I suggest a Big City and a night of clubbing! And totally ditch those snotty chairs!
After catching up on all your antics I have one comment only. BET YOU'RE GLAD YOU STOCKED UP ON ALL THOSE CHAIRS back home. You'll be pleased to see them won't you. Pssst - and lucky internet works ;-) Love
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Seeing the wire screen I'm guessing you're in a minimum security lock-up. When youre freed, I suggest a Big City and a night of clubbing! And totally ditch those snotty chairs!
ReplyDeleteI hope Duncan's sons Malcolm and Donalbain avenge the foul deed!
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ReplyDeleteWhat a chairrible waste of alcohol!
ReplyDeleteTsk, tsk. Naughty, wicked chairs!
ReplyDeleteIs Duncan the one who swivals?
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Well it would wake ME up, certainly! Then I'd have real cause to say, "Hey, I'm smokin' hot!"
ReplyDeleteChairs. You can't trust 'em.
the other chairs are vicious
ReplyDeleteHe could have just sent him to chairity. What a waste...
ReplyDeleteBill - I'm in a maximum security lock-up. This is the view of the warders when I'm allowed out for exercise
ReplyDeletexl - Malcolm and Donalbain will indeed avenge the foul deed!
Alesa - What a chairrible pun
Synchy - but not naughty, wicker chairs! - that's another thing entirely
carlet Blue - Duncan's the one snoring at the back
ReplyDeleteVeggie - you certainly are smokin' hot!
Nursey - but so like humans
Metmum - would you wish this lot on chairity?
I hope you will forgive me, but the photo looks more like the kind of place Columbian snitches get interrogated.
ReplyDeleteAfter catching up on all your antics I have one comment only. BET YOU'RE GLAD YOU STOCKED UP ON ALL THOSE CHAIRS back home. You'll be pleased to see them won't you.
ReplyDeletePssst - and lucky internet works ;-)
Love
We used the same trick in college. On each other. Did I mention it was Nazi college?
ReplyDeleteNot far wrong there Mark
ReplyDeleteAnge, happy to be home to a familiar chair family
Red - Your education seems to have been rather useful