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yessssssss >:D

ur baby is right here

MY BABY YOUR BACK

it just isnt on the main page because it hasnt been editted in a while. it's still there, next time, you'll just have to click more. pm me if you need anything else!

oh ic. Me dum:P

Greg was a man of significant age and insignificant joint health. He lived in a quaint brick cottage on the cliffs of a place that was hard to pronounce. He was currently sitting in front of a happily crackling fire, which smelt of acrid newspaper and pine sap. Greg was puffing merrily away on the fat cigar clamped firmly between his quite rotten teeth, whilst taking large drafts from a pint of beer on the table next to him. The stained wooden table held a discoloured glass ashtray filled with the smoldering cinders of the cigars previous. Greg didn't want to admit it to himself, but he had a bit of a problem. Clasped in his shaking right hand was the most recent newspaper, displaying a half-completed crossword. In his left was a fountain pen almost as old and decrepit as Greg himself. Greg was at the moment searching his discombobulated self for trivia on World War II, the topic of the crossword in his lap. He was discombobulated by the odd realization that he couldn't remember any more than 16 answers out of 34, when he himself had fought with the British army in World War II briefly. Shrugging and grinning to himself through heavily damaged teeth, he flipped the newspaper upside-down and had himself a peek at the answers. He had never been the most patient man. He peered at the small text intently. Scowling when he couldn't read it, he fumbled around for his glasses on the table beside him. "I shouldn't need glasses," He grumbled. "It's all those fancy mini-televisions they made me look at to do that paperwork for my retirement. Messing with my head they were." Even more miffing to him was that the younger people at the center where he did his paperwork had said he fit in with the 'stereotype', whatever that was, of not understanding technology and hating new things. He adjusted the glasses on his bulbous nose and observed the newspaper. He scribbled down the answers and set down the crossword. He leaned back in the worn recliner chair and closed his eyes, quickly falling into the sleep of a weary old man.

Stay tuned for more of the ABSOLUTELY FASCINATING LIFE OF GREG!!!!

XD

we all love Greg

Is Greg British
please let him be British

kenjibea [so in love that i might stop breathing] wrote: "ur baby is right here"

wth

tdadragon wrote: "kenjibea [so in love that i might stop breathing] wrote: "ur baby is right here"

wth"

its a joke based off a goofy comment Damon made XD

oh...... I'm new here soooo

tdadragon wrote: "oh...... I'm new here soooo"

👍

I'm gonna go draft my story

cool

Lavendermist ❀༉‧ wrote: "Is Greg British
please let him be British"

OMGOSH YES HE IS HOW



YOU CAN PREDICT THE STRANGEST THINGS LIKE WHAT

tdadragon wrote: "oh...... I'm new here soooo"

eyyy tda hru? It's been awhile since we actually chatted

Damon wrote: "Lavendermist ❀༉‧ wrote: "Is Greg British
please let him be British"

OMGOSH YES HE IS HOW



YOU CAN PREDICT THE STRANGEST THINGS LIKE WHAT"

BAHAHHA IDK

you said "cigar" and I thought "Winston Churchill" 💀

Lavendermist ❀༉‧ wrote: "you said "cigar" and I thought "Winston Churchill" 💀"

💀