Ohhhh...thats gonna smart

ooc:applgies in adavnce if this post is more rambling and crap then normal...blame the drugs i'm on right now for kidney stones...
 
Glad for an excuse to leave his 'friends', Seymour remembered why he was in the room for, grabbed a paper bag, poked holes for eyes in it and put it on his head before grabbing Phil and Jay by the ear and left.
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Phil staggered down the hallway, jay supporting Seymour with help from Chris.
 
"Wheres the midget?" askedJay
 
"Tween your legs..." he giggled.
 
"Hang on...your drinking...is that a good idea?"
 
"Why..." asked Chris.
 
"Satan..." replied seymour and jay at the same time
 
"eh?"
 
"Well if Phil gets drunk he has a tendancy to thinks he satan...whihc if it occurs on a thursday is triuble for a few people i can tell you.."
 
"Well good job it's not thurdsay then...But it will be in about 5 seconds" mumbled Chris looking at his watch.
 
"Which way now?" asked Jay..
 
"That way..."
 
"You sure?"
 
"Nope...I AM POSTIVE FOOLISH LITTLE MORTAL"
 
"Bugger"
 
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