Postcard from the Brigadiere
Dear Gents and Ladies,
Did I say shaving accident? I could have sworn I told you all I was going on holiday. You need not worry about young Lady Jesster as I am an officer and a gentleman and shall return her to you all fit as a fiddle.
Yours in search of the elusive skeet,
Sir Brigadiere General Grend31, Mrs.
Did I say shaving accident? I could have sworn I told you all I was going on holiday. You need not worry about young Lady Jesster as I am an officer and a gentleman and shall return her to you all fit as a fiddle.
Yours in search of the elusive skeet,
Sir Brigadiere General Grend31, Mrs.
6 Comments:
'appy vah-cah-shon-eeng!
Dear Ms. Jane,
Most gracious of you to wish me much happiness in what I refer to as my "holiday". I should be completely honest with you, however, and inform you that "holiday" actually means applying all sorts of different chemicals to my bloody deck and scrubbing the snot out of it. Then rinsing and repeating all in an effort to get it ready for coats of deck stain.
Yours in having a holiday which really in actuality is not really a holiday at all,
Sir Brigadiere General Grend31, Mrs.
ps. Smiggins will have his work cut out for him as my back, neck, arms and legs are one big crick.
But are you sure you are fit to fiddle with Lady Jesster?
Dear Mr. Dewdew,
Hrrrrmph! As I mentioned earlier I am an officer and a gentleman. There will be none of this fiddling to which you refer.
Yours sans skill with the violin,
Sir Brigadiere General Grend31, Mrs.
'...applying all sorts of different chemicals to my blody deck and scrubbing the snot out of it....'
I know that is just code for sex, you can't hide your ill intent. The Shadow knows...
You have no idea how much I wish that was true.
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