Today, the US Marine Corps turns 237. If you beautiful murderous bastards want to celebrate with us, have a steak and a pint.

Blink 182...and Linkin Park...and Sum 41...Finger Eleven...Jimmy Eat World (?), Some of the Rasmus songs..and Green Day? :P

Skeezer...like a tramp, kinda...a bad word chick. :P Americanese lessonof the day. Ha!

Hmmm I dunno....Devonshire cream makes me think of all sorts of decadent stuff...while...what? the Dev brie...brings to mind cow pats. Why???? Haha

Cheese fetish people sound really scary. I don't think I have it THAT bad. Yet. When I start having fromage salacious thoughts...then you'll know I've gone over the edge!

Nopie...not heard that...but I'm pretty sure it's a remake of the old Beatles one. My dad used to call me his little kookookachoo when I was little..I thought he was incredibly clever until I realized he was just a big, fat plagiarist. Then I found out later about the Easter bunny & Santa....still haven't forgiven him....

Devonshire brie?!?! Woof woof! There's a lot of classics...we'd be here all night...and you'll be zombiefied tomorrow. I told a friend of mine I haven't heard anyone say "skeezer" for a looong time..I'm gonna revive it!

One can't contain a cheese fetish! It's not like one of those other fetishes...those skeevy ones you keep in your closet. Snort.

Ahem. I think I might actually be taller than him! You're right...I have skills. Hold your jealousy.

Crumbs won't spoil me! Don't be such a stingemeister! Take pity on a poor Cheddar-jonesing American!

You're a bloodthirsty man! Tut tut. Erm..I'm not giving away my secrets! I've been shining my skills since I was 5...I have 6 brothers, I'm the world's best duck'er, ambush'er , eye-poker..and if all else fails...sneaking-in-the-middle-of-the-night-to-spread-cat-food-on-my-brothers-noses champ.

Hey, as long as it's the most humongous crumb in the world. Fee fie fo fum....

Rub it in! Guess what's not too far from me? The power plant where Homer Simpson works. Dammit. Not the same, is it? I knoooow I'm so grasping. I'm not an ankle biter!! *gasps in outrage* I'll have you know, I've outgrown that. For a couple of years now. *sniffs disdainfully* There are other...much, much dirtier ways to fight!

Cross my heart, hope to fly...I'll behave myself. Oh the things I do for cheese!

Uffff, I cannot travel to Plymouth. It would drink all your gin... I like too much the gin Plymouth with tonic ... jajajaja
I am nice, am surviving the crisis of Spain! ^_^

I probably would've tackled you & ran off with it. I'm small but shins are oh so easy for me to reach. :D My aunt sent me some Lancashire & Caerphilly a couple of weeks ago...I've only got a little of each left. Nomnom. You got ready supply at your convenience..you lucky bad word. :P

Hello, Chris. There is a marvellous gin in your city... Jijijiji
How are you? Regards from Spain