IRC-Galleria

I woudnt know what is the deal with this bloke hanging at the spoiled swimming pool. Maybe he was tryin to make something out of the after war situation. Then again like I said I wouldnt know. I think it was monday morning when was the last time I saw him. Now its wednesday or friday,however i'm having a day off. Just sitting in a tee house in norther Asia. Theres a opium den in the next door. My good friend Gary Banger is gonna come here or there. Its gettin dark outside,so I think its time for me to get going. Some hours passed and I found myself somewhere in an island. This messy gentleman called Sir Robert Gaussar the King of Someabouts, was talking to me,apparently telling a jolly good story. I coudnt quite get the hang of what he was saying,for he was a bit drunk from drinkin whiskey. I laughed at his storys and we had darn fine week hunting and drinking at his castle. Then i found out that it wasnt Sir Roberts place,it was mine,all mine...






Disco weasel