do i win yet?
>thread crawls up on blistered, oozing hands and feet. It is covered with thousands of red, weeping, painful-looking lesions. It is truly a piful sight to behold
:feeble voice: Kill me, kill me please for the love of God Kill me now :feeble voice:
>Mermaid gives Thread a swift kick in the ribs, and a wup on the snout with her Big Ass Wupping Stick®
SHUT UP WILL YA?? WE’RE WATCHING THE SLIDE SHOW.
:monotone drone: Lovely, yesssss just lovely:monotone drone:
i guess not
Damn this thread still lives despite my best efforts at killing it…I will try and tickle it to death :tickle,tickle, tickle:…Oh Oh I think I woke it and it looks ticked…
… these trays are from our trip to South America.
I’m so glad you’re here for these, they are especially nice.
Kick back awhile, and enjoy.
We flew into Lima, but didn’t take any pictures as it was decidedly not lovely.
Just so you know, Mr Elbows is an ocean of patience and such a thing would never even cross his mind. He is widely respected and esteemed by many. Of course, he does make beer, but hey, I like him and I don’t even drink beer.
Besides if he was going to kill me it would surely have been that day on the street in Jammu when I was busily giving him heaps for being such an all fired, unendingly easy-going rat bastard. Trust me, he deserved it. Mr. “up to you’, ‘whatever you think’, 'I don’t care”. Sometimes it would be all three; I don’t care, whatever you think, up to you. Grrrr.
I must say, you kids are nothing if not entertaining.
Pleased to be of some service, Dire…
The Plaza Da Armas in Cuzco, Peru.
You know the Peruvian army still goose steps right?
Well, they do, at first it’s a little disturbing but once you get used to it it’s oddly, what’s the word?
Not Lovely.
I’m hungry.
Well eat then, Silver, your sister is cooking…
sit down, Silverfire, we got slides of food coming up soon, a whole tray I think.
Here’s one now, I don’t know what it’s called but we ate plenty of them. Something stuffed into mashed(?) potatoes then formed into a ball with only the dirtiest of hands, cooked on the street in some wretched heavy oil.
I know you’re squeamish but I’m here to tell you they were damned tasty little turds.
Mr Elbows travels well as he has an iron stomach.
elbows, I believe that the Peruvian Army goose steps so they can avoid stepping in any of that, uh, goose grease. They don’t need to all fall down and go boom. Afterall, one crack in the collective ass is enough, don’t you think?
are you implying that struuter is in the peruvian army DW? Never mind, come over here & eat snausages & tell me what we’re gonna do during the lunar eclipse… 
…and here’s a shot of Mr Elbows bartering for some trinket in a colourful market.
If it’s not fragile or impossibly heavy he’s just not interested in carting it across the continent.
Look closely, even the man he’s buying from can’t believe he’s selling the thing- it weighs a ton.
Still, the market is lovely, isn’t it?
Ooo, Fierra! There’s going to be a lunar eclipse?
Uh, wait…you sure you want me around during a lunar eclipse? I can’t even control my lycanthropy during a full moon. I surely can’t be responsible for my actions during a lunar eclipse. You’d be wise to keep a wooden stake handy, dear, or load a revolver with silver bullets. I’d hate to think of the consequences.
lovely… DW, I think we need a quieter corner…
I’m not hungry anymore.
Well can I eat it then Silver…
…after fifteen or twenty shots, all that fabulous Inca stone work looks remarkably like yet-another pile of rocks.
Mr Elbows, pile of rocks, distant pile of rocks, really big pile of rocks, Mr Elbows atop a pile of rocks.
Still, isn’t it lovely?