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Hello, I'm Thigh. I will work with you to help you achieve the perfect balance in life. I am unfettered by knowledge or training as are my on call team of kindly agony aunts. We're ready to heal you.

Project have we turned Naked into a relic? Have you become the Pope? Project I has a lovely ring to it (not a pun).

The house in the distance is my only neighbour. There do not appear to be any children. There's a lot of sheep, cows and a few horses. And hawks! No chickens

I'm not a zombie, I am the zombie apocalypse. I am also now an OFFENDED zombie apocalypse.

Humph

Oh and that's my house thigh!!!! We will be dragging ourselves over in time for dinner

I even smiled out of fear wise

No children, no chickens... could it be Thivarna?

naked it looks easier to fly, you should ask DT nicely for a Chinook if you’re still refusing to make your own.

Here you are naked , I won't send the instructions they're boring, it's just the usual.

Belief flying!

Don't land on any of my sheepz or lambz. I've grown fond of them. Went to Aberystwyth today and had chips. Imagine my rage when they were fucking McCains, possibly Auntie Bessie's. Cunts, what iwanted was proper chips and scraps in a bag. Then a 99, but it was out of a fucking carton. But - there was a Cafe Nero, i didn't go in, but at least i knew i was safe.

If you go to Borth, you can have your fish 'n chips served in a bucket...but it tastes bloody disgusting.
Also, watch out for the lynx, they release them occasionally from the Animalarium.

Why in the name of fuck would I eat out of a bucket when I carry my own trough everywhere.

Thigh I feel like you should move to Wales, it's your spiritual home! Also it's nearer to me, even though we'll never visit, I'll be able to pick up on and fully embrace your hostile, murderous, benign energies. Yes I think you should sell up and buy your holiday home and forever live there with your chickenz and lambz with the two Colinz.

And then naked can fly over in her Chinook a couple of times a day to remind you of your marriage.

Oh look at me! I'm being all th'romantic.

DT, 'tis the welsh blood making you th'romantic, you've either inherited it, or drunk too much during your blood lust days.

Thigh, is it a plastic trough you carry? I'm wondering if you are emulating one of the pp's on the weird habits thread who likes to eat from a plastic plate?
I thought in the end that thread was a 'how to' guide and to be honest, since I've started to incorporate many of the ideas, no-one has sat near me on a bus. Mind you, i havent been on a bus recently, they are rare things round here.

I've seen loads of buses, all of them in Aberystwyth mind not by y'ere. I do think i should move to Wales, i need land, lebensraum if you will. There's an Aga which I've eyed with suspicion and a log burner that I've avoided. But if i got snowed in i could ride one of my sheep into "town" it's an excellent plan!

Dog I think I drank it from one of the Fuckboys, we don't live too far from Wales but not an ounce of me is Welsh. I like the Welsh accent, it's a pity that I have a tiny bit of Scottish in me from ancient times. I've always said wish it was Welsh just because.

Anyway, I'm now wondering if I should embrace the Scottish in me and toss a caber or something, I could try haggis, I'm not fussy at all! Och, what else do the wee Scottish people do?

DT Scots drink loads, don't wear knickers under their kilts or fur coats and eat mine and tatties and neeps (turnips). I had my dna done and I'm half and half Scots and Irish. With a Sarf London accent, rock on wahay!!

I am liking being Scottish more and more, Thigh.

A'm waantin' tae embrace mah scots roots bit don't hae ony cratur

How long have you been in Wales for thigh?

A picture for you all of my dd's artwork

It's a lovely display Dog you should be very proud! 😍

Sorry I meant noway of course!

Couldn't be prouder. Especially now that she's left the foxes at Lido's alone and run away with the fair. Credit to me she is.

No Almost a week in Wales so far, 6 more days and I'll be totally bilingual. Your daughter clearly has a strong Inner Thigh - you must take all the credit for her achievements.

Dog I want some Granny's cooking with cawl and fresh bread and butter followed by homemade cake made by an auld biddy in the back. Somewhere casual and dog friendly - any ideas? Preferably somewhere they scowl at me for speaking English, I'm looking for the immersive experience.

No has she been giving hand shandies to the walza boys behind the caravans? That's always super funz.

Only 6 days? Feels like you've been there ages thigh My mother lives in Wales, not a million miles away from where you are. She could oblige you on the unfriendly and old biddy front. Not so much on the cawl front though, she can't cook for shit.

I'll ask dd about the hand shandies if she ever contacts me again. Maybe I could do my own research in the meantime ...

Have we still got somebody locked up in someone's cellar? I could practice on him.