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[designedtoparty]

In Loving Memory
Nathan Young
1989 - 3000

Who turned out to not be so immortal after all.
Gored up the anus with a red hot poker by midgets
who could not take his promiscuity anymore.

Sadly missed by all but one of his many
tri-breasted wives and mutant children.

You know, I have a proper one of these my mum wrote for me. It was a lot more thoughtful than this one. And probably a lot more expensive, seeing how it was done in marble and everything.

Comments

[designedtoparty]

Seriously?!

You practically are an old lady.

[eiremagic]

'xcept I'm younger than you, I reckon, I'm from 1998.

[designedtoparty]

2010.

They couldn't just make this time stuff easy, could they?

[eiremagic]

I'm not 21 until August.

[designedtoparty]

Whereas I was 22 in March. [Which I keep belatedly realising I missed, sooooooo handwave that Nathan made a big deal of it, I guess? >.>] And you say I'm young.

[eiremagic]

Well, yeh are. Do yeh remember anythin' from the nineties?

[designedtoparty]

Late nineties, yeah. Some of the mid. It's not like I suddenly forgot my entire childhood, or anything.

[eiremagic]

I fuckin' hope not.

But yeh're not from the north, yeah? That's where I was.

[designedtoparty]

Nah. We went up sometimes to see my mum's family, but mostly we stuck to the south or England.

[eiremagic]

Ever get to Connacht?

[designedtoparty]

Coleraine, mostly. Sorry to disappoint you, but it's unlikely you ever saw cute, baby Nathan running about the place.

[eiremagic]

Yeh wouldn' have come up to Tulsk. No one went to Tulsk.

[designedtoparty]

Oh, come on. I was 9, or something in '98. It's not like I chose where we went. And if I did, I'd probably have chosen Alton Towers.

[eiremagic]

Fuck, I don' blame yeh. I wouldn' have gone to Tulsk. And like as not, yeh wouldn' have seen me in Belfast.

[designedtoparty]

Probably not, no. Can't say I went much.