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hellzabethThough technically it is now Wednesday.
So yeah me and Nena need to stop randomly RPing wherever we go or random shit like this happens on car journeys home in character.
Scotland surveyed his cheeseburger as Wales drove the car back home. “America finally did something right.”
“Yup.” Wales agreed, scoffing chips with one hand and steering with the other.
“… could use more deep frying though.”
“Ah for fuck’s sake-“
“What?!”
“No, it just- no. See, this is the place where haggis came from-“
“Haggis is a fine and respectable dish!”
“It’s disgusting!”
“It’s food!”
“It’s a dead sheep.”
A long pause. Tense silence settled.
“No.”
“Well, “
“James.”
“-if we’re on the topic of sheep-“
“James.”
“-then at least I don’t fuck ‘em.”
Wales slammed on the breaks, nearly making Scotland choke on his burger. “Get out of my car.”
“Ah come on Darren, it was just a joke.”
“Get out of the car, you can walk to the border.”
“Geez, did Artie steal yer sense of humor?”
“I dunno, did France steal your sense of tact?”
“Touché.”
“Get out.”
“Look, I’ll buy ye a drink alright? Don’t be a hardarse about this.”
Wales glared. “Five pints.”
“Three.”
“Five.”
“… three an’ a round of shots.”
“… two rounds and you have a deal.”
"...Fine."
/actually goes to bed this time I swear
So yeah me and Nena need to stop randomly RPing wherever we go or random shit like this happens on car journeys home in character.
Scotland surveyed his cheeseburger as Wales drove the car back home. “America finally did something right.”
“Yup.” Wales agreed, scoffing chips with one hand and steering with the other.
“… could use more deep frying though.”
“Ah for fuck’s sake-“
“What?!”
“No, it just- no. See, this is the place where haggis came from-“
“Haggis is a fine and respectable dish!”
“It’s disgusting!”
“It’s food!”
“It’s a dead sheep.”
A long pause. Tense silence settled.
“No.”
“Well, “
“James.”
“-if we’re on the topic of sheep-“
“James.”
“-then at least I don’t fuck ‘em.”
Wales slammed on the breaks, nearly making Scotland choke on his burger. “Get out of my car.”
“Ah come on Darren, it was just a joke.”
“Get out of the car, you can walk to the border.”
“Geez, did Artie steal yer sense of humor?”
“I dunno, did France steal your sense of tact?”
“Touché.”
“Get out.”
“Look, I’ll buy ye a drink alright? Don’t be a hardarse about this.”
Wales glared. “Five pints.”
“Three.”
“Five.”
“… three an’ a round of shots.”
“… two rounds and you have a deal.”
"...Fine."
/actually goes to bed this time I swear
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Date: 2010-05-12 09:07 am (UTC)Actually, what is it with the world and making Welsh Vs. sheep jokes? Is there a history of not-so-urban-myths that I'm missing? What's the deal? /end inquisition
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Date: 2010-05-12 10:01 am (UTC)You should totally get into it.Aahahaha yes. Well. There are a lot of sheep in Wales. No, like, 2 sheep for ever 1 person. And so comes the old joke that Welsh people love their sheep a little too much and... the rest is history. Or rather, very old jokes: "What do you call a sheep tied to a lamp post in Wales?" "A leisure centre!"
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Date: 2010-05-12 10:07 am (UTC)Leisure centre! Bwahahahah~! Also, 2 to 1 ratio, I had no idea. Well, clearly that only makes the jokes flow like a river. *shakes head* Poor unfortunate guys.
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Date: 2010-05-12 12:58 pm (UTC)Two New Zealander sheep farmers are flying the flock to a new farm. Suddenly, the engine fails and the plane begins to fall quickly to the ground.
Kiwi 1: Quick! Grab a parachute and jump!
Kiwi 2: What about the sheep?!
Kiwi 1: Bugger the sheep!
Kiwi 2: ... Do you think we have time?
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Date: 2010-05-12 01:08 pm (UTC)Oh thanks, I needed that! I've been arms deep into this long analysis I've been writing for school, and a little laugh sure makes things look easier :D
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Date: 2010-05-12 01:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-12 03:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-12 03:27 pm (UTC)Mostly.
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Date: 2010-05-12 03:32 pm (UTC)...sometimes.
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Date: 2010-05-12 11:13 pm (UTC)Oh Scotland...seriously...Scotland...
*sighs wearily*