thou halfpenny purse of wit, thou pigeon egg of discretion

There I was, innocently trying to plot the next bits of my Alan & Billy saga when suddenly there was Colonel Jack O'Neill in my face. Right there in my face, as if to say me, me, me, you're meant to be writing about me, you lazy sow.

We actually have tv on our buses, in case you think I've gone nuts, and it's very intrusive and I was trying to ignore it when an ad for Stargate came on (yes, EvilChannel7 has relented and is playing random episodes of Season Sux starting this Thurs) and thus my Billy thoughts were interupted, nay, banished.

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