Oh, never again, Sid...

Remember we were being chased through the Ardennes by those four Ghey Poilu?
It was during your time as Monsieur de Pourceaugnac, remember?
They'll never catch us, you said. Then you tripped...
Gradually your screams faded into the distance...

I do have fond memories of the Carpathians though...
That Vampire Shepherdess, and where she sucked the blood from...
Are you still Anaemic, by the way?

In the Old Islamic Way, of course...:fly:

Oh those nights, those long, arduous, cold nights. My dear Pooka, of course I recall the Ghey Poilu. How they could run, we boasted. For Frenchmen anyway. But alas you can see quite clear I managed to survive their sexual persecutions. How I became liberated .. another tale.

How you jest so modestly at my misfortunes, you too were victim to that Shepherdess. You still have the Genital Herpes that was passed way of that fateful bite?

Remember when you left me to cry? I do believe I still weep for us in the long, long silence of the night.

This warms my balls.