Bus sketch'es 1.2.3.4.5.

[eighty+]

Hello my Darling I'm going your way shell I carry your Sac D D D D D D D cool cool cool

CIAO PLOOS HASTA LA VISTA IVAYA CON DIOS SLAINTE

[eighty+]

ok a quick SMASH to help me find where there are Hiding ok CIAO PLOOS HASTA LA VISTA























smash

[eighty+]

Hi
Yeah lost it took me ! hour to find it ok CIAO PLOOS IVAYA CON DIOS SLAINTE

[eighty+]

Yeah he never even gave me a Grape tight fisted Sod yeah when I see him Down the Pub I

Expect he will want me to Pay for the Beer as well mad mad CIAO PLOOS HASTA LA VISTA

rolleyes

[eighty+]

Yeah That Will teach I'M CIAO PLOOS HASTA LA VISTA SLAINTE

[D Akey]

Bloody 'ell, mate. Look at you smashing the speed record through the ol' Space-Time Art Continuum. . .

Anybody asks, you're:

Master MacPloos van Brighton Beach.

Oh aye!

Go Man Go!

[eighty+]

Yeah. Cap Mac

It’s not my fault. It’s. Rembrandt. Keeps on at me. Do this. Do that. He’s a right slave driver. As a. Teacher all.

He says. Is practice. Practise. And more. Practise. I said. Old on. I’m. 91 and the legs. Are bloated so why don’t you

Go back. To the Nerthlands. And leave me IN Pease. ? Not on your. Nelly. PLOOS. There’s a lot more to do ok. So get. Yuh

Finger. Out. And remember. ROME. Wasn’t. Built. In a Day. Ask. CEASAR a man of great. Words: D Or

Or. Mighty. Cap. Mac. Our favourite scribe. CIAO. HASTA LA VISTA. IVAYA CON DIOS. SLAINTE

[eighty+]

Hi feeling Tired and legs Twitchen getting close to bed time ok CIAO PLOOS HASTA LA VISTA

SLAINTE

[eighty+]

Ok Cap Mac Yeah Another one hits the Dust CIAO PLOOS HASTA LA VISTA

[D Akey]

Looks a bit like Russel Brandt.

Nice one, laddie. Showin' off yer art spirit, ye are. I would ignore any protests from Rembrandt. He's just jealous as hell that you're digital and fast as lightnin', even with yer tingly gams.

I believe ye should revert to yer clan's kilts. The MacPloos o' tha Heelands. Would be easier ta bathe. Would no need ta strip doon. Choost flip oop in the manner o' Seven Year Itchy Marylin Monroe an' yer golden. . . that is if ye kin woo her away from Rembrandt tha is ta give ye the dance moves.

Go man go!!!!!!!