"It would be polite, young sir, for you to keep your squat little nose on your face and out of my business. Have you ever been taught proper manners?" Lord Borr seriously doubted he had. "Perhaps I can advise you on things such as this in the near future. Though, I must warn you. I am terribly busy and import - Branxton you old horklump you! Good to see you, jolly ole boy." Lord Borr slapped the old man hard. "You know that place has fallen apart since I left. Can't bloody well leave here though. These children need me more and you know it. Have a seat, old man, have a seat indeed. Right here beside me." Lord Borr tried to shimmy over to give him room, but his seat wouldn't budge.
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Someone unimportant whose name slips my memory made this signature.
Twas Lady Borr who did it, sir!
Boor's bringin' sexy back and yall just hatin'
Kingston: Marry me my lord. We're perfect for each other. |