I is back from my extended hiatus. Now shower me with the overwhelming love I have always shown every single one of you. Everyone in Cafe thinks I’m a bit loopy, and are steering clear of this very thread.
If you don’t know me, my name is Boris and I have a story to tell.
I went to see a gypsy fortune teller the other day. I saw her from the side and spotted that she had a rather large nose. When she turned towards me I ducked, and exclaimed ‘Phew, just missed’.
I then asked her if her working name was Nostrildamus. By this time she was rather irritated. I noticed that all her tarot cards were in a mess. Pointing at the cards I asked ‘Are you gonna stand around all day or septum up’.
By now she was positively seething, so I put on my top hat and walked out knowing that I had touched her in my own special way.
Don’t mess with me, I’ve got the natural charm and grace of a recently plucked pube.
Is dat so hard to remember? 
