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Spike on Torchwood? I'm there. Thanks for the info. I love him with the English accent, and I don't care that it's fake.

Maybe Wilford should go on "Rock of Love" next season to help out Brett Michaels with his die-uh-bee-tus. I think Wilford would be cool with an open relationship while Brett's on the road, while still waiting with open, flabby, octagenarian arms when Brett returns home. And Wilford is at least 70% likely to test negative for herpes and walrus genital warts, which would be a first for "Rock of Love."

BMFP: "Wilford, will you stay here with me and rock my world?"

WB: "Brett, I sure will. [*wiggles ginormous walrus moustache*] It's the right thing to do and the tasty way to do it."

BMFP: "Wow, you really rock that moustache, Willy Brim -- every rose has its thorn, but if you give me a moustache ride, I won't be feeling any pain."

WB: "I don't think that's an approved die-uh-bee-tus treatment, Brett. It sounds too fucking sweet."

Aw thanks, Litely you're a doll. I can't believe the response the game has gotten. We Pajibans seriously are a bunch of complete alcoholics.

Socalled you just made my soul hurt. Why would you give me those kind of mental images? What did I ever do to you (other than turning off all the lights and pretending to be out of town)?

Yes, AtO, V and I are stranded and without shelter, reduced to busking near Picadilly, but the bobbies keep running us off. Do you have any idea how unmarketable it is in London to push Simon & Garfunkel tunes as rendered by a tone-deaf Arkansas cracker and Claude Weaver III on the ukulele? He does have a sweet, shoulder-mounted kazoo, however, which creates a nice Bruce Springsteen vibe.

Chin up Socalled. There are business men who'll pay good money for that sort of thing just down the road in Soho. All is not lost, head to the windmill club and mention the name "Layla" they'll look after you.

Oh no, I fear I may have said too much.

I nominate Alex The Odd for an award for outstanding achievement in the field of blog-based inducement to sin. She was already leading the pack what with Socalled, Barbado, Vermillion and countless others creating lurid fantasies about her but with the drinking game she has set the bar at a pretty unbeatable level.

Thppt. I wanna hit socalled up for a few bucks so I can buy a can of Comet to scrub out those narsty sights he conjured in my brain.

Ew. You bastard.

Maybe if you hadn't blown our spending money on those "ladies?" of the evening and Guinness, socalled, we wouldn't be in this predicament. All I know is, the only person who is getting this body is Alex.

And I TOLD you Simon and Garfunkel was a stupid choice. It is all about the Creedence Clearwater Revival up in this bitch.

Why did I stumble across the Pajiba drinking game when I'm already too trashed to play along? Must file it away for tomorrow night, or the next review of a Tyler Perry movie.

Probably tomorrow night. I wouldn't want to dive back into the "Why Did I Get Married" comments, let alone the film, unless someone held a gun to my head.

I think Marsters may be slightly confusing his character on Torchwood with Captain Jack Harkness - the 'anything with a postcode (zipcode)' thing is John Barrowman's usual description of Jack's proclivities. Though Marsters' character is another time agent, and it sounds like he has similarly flexible ideas....
There's a good chance he'll be using stronger language than 'bloody hell' on Torchwood. I always did want to hear Blondie Bear swear like a trooper!
Whatever, I'm looking forward to seeing his episodes.

PS Alex - nice one! You have single-handedly made it much more likely that i will need a liver transplant for Christmas.

Though sadly I will be unable to take part in your wonderful drinking game until December. I have to go away on business, and the host office will only allow work-related interwebs! Bastages...

Alex, you are my hero. Nuff said.

WOO HOO!! I made the big time baby

You feelin' me Pasadena?