Okay it's been awhile...
DAMN RIGHT IT HAS, YOU KNOW I'VE BEEN SAT IN YOUR BAG COLLECTING DUST, BITS OF PAPER AND READING GT MAGAZINE MONTH AFTER MONTH. IT WOULD BE MORE STIMULATING FOR BOTH OF US IF I WAS IN YOUR HAND.
Hey! I've been busy and I've had my hands full with other stuff, so shut up so I can stimulate you then...
YOU DIRTY BASTARD!
You know what I mean! Oh, look it's raining now; we can a stimulating moment till it stops...
WOW! REALLY? WHY DOES EVERYONE TALK ABOUT THE WEATHER? IT'S ALWAYS THE FIRST THING YOU TALK ABOUT WHEN YOU GET IN A TAXI!
Okay! Did you here about Widnes? They lost the game the other day, played crap apparently...
OH SOD OFF! YOU HATE SPORT! AND HOW IS CYCLING A SPORT?
Do you mind, it's an Olympic sport and there's Tour De France!
FAIR ENOUGH!
Anyway, can you not be quiet and let me get on writing something for my blog...
FINE, I'LL JUST SIT HERE IN YOUR HAND, LET YOU PUSH ME BACK AND FORTH, WHILE I SQUIRT ALL MY FLUID OVER THE PAGE!
You're a Biro, not a Fountain pen and anyway that's just wrong!
HANG ON! YOU'RE THE ONE WRITING, IF I WERE A PUPPET, YOU'D HAVE YOUR HAND STUCK UP MY ARSE! SO WHICH SOUNDS BETTER?
That's it, I'm not talking anymore...
YOU'RE NOT TALKING ANYWAY, YOU'RE FRIKKIN' WRITING OR "BEING WEIRD" WITH THOSE "STRANGE" THOUGHTS...
Right that's it you're going back in my bag; you can read The Sun instead...
NO! PLEASE ANYTHING BUT THE SUN, ANYTHING BUT THAT SHITE!
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