WhY ArE PaNtS DiFfErEnT ThAn sHirtS???
NO STRIDER.
I’M TRYING TO SCOUR THE DISGUSTING LAYERS OF GREASE YOU HAVE LEFT ON MY WORKTOPS IN MY ABSENCE.
NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR YOUR STUPID BULLSHIT FAIRY TALES.
I’VE SUCCESSFULLY REMOVED ALL THE BOTTLES OF ALCOHOL, OLD PIZZA BOXES, BONGS, AND ALL THAT FUCKING SHIT FROM MY HIVE.
ALL I NEED TO DEAL WITH NOW IS THE ROTTING STENCH THAT THE STRIDERS LEFT BEHIND.
LEARN TO FUCKING SHOWER.
((i don’t know, i’m not very active myself
i’m hoping they’ll reappear, they were brilliant))
BUSY SEASON IS BUSY. I NEED TO GET GIFTS FOR THE KIDS AND THE NEIGHBOURS AND ALL THAT.
I’LL STILL POP IN OCCASIONALLY, THOUGH.
(PSST H3R3S 4 P1CTUR3 OF H1M 4SL33P)

THE FUCKING STRIDERS ARE THE ONLY PEOPLE I’VE SEEN, OTHER THAN EGBERT. WHEN MY KIDS SHOW UP AGAIN THEN I’LL GO BACK TO LAVISHING THEM WITH ATTENTION.
ALTHOUGH ADMITTEDLY IT’S BECAUSE I MADE THEM DINNER.
STUPID STICK THIN BASTARDS.
