Rebecka Pics (3)

[fish]

I thought I'd ask one of Ian's friends if he had any idea what happened to yesterday and why I wasn't here.




Bex had no idea either.



I call conspiracy.

[Ian]

Seen any likely culprits around lately?




No, me neither.

[fish]

...likely culprit...

Guilt is written all over her face.

[Ian]

Butter would not melt.

[fish]

Butter would not melt.

Yeah, fair comment.

[Ian]

Alex seems to think so.

[fish]

Bex is obviously thinking about how lucky she'd be if Fish lived much closer to her.

[fish]

...how lucky she'd be...

I hope Bex controls her urges and stops trying to sabotage Fish's posts.

Something to do with wrong dates causing me to crash every time I went to Imageshack.
I think I understand now.
Or should I just accept that they answered my email and, ahem, "fixed" the problem?


Come on Bex, out with it.
Do you want me to move to Stockholm or what?

[fish]

...Come on Bex, out with it...

When Fish invited confessions from Bex she wasn't quite as forthcoming as he'd hoped.

[Ian]

The conversation was taking an unexpected but quite intriguing turn, mind.

[fish]

He's back!!!!!
And he has the lamest excuse anyone's used in ages.

Welcome home Ian.
The crowd sends their usual cheer to you.

[Ian]

Oh I have much lamer excuses than that.

[fish]

Oh I have much lamer excuses than that.

Oh dear!
Bex was afraid of that.

[Ian]

The bottom of the barrel has not yet been scraped.

[fish]

Forever sad about the condition of Ian's bottom.