Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
OMG. Veyetamins! I am scared of my Facebook stalking abilities.
Viravain, Lady of the Thorns shouts, "And You would seize Me? Fool! I am the Glomdoring! I am the Wyrd, and beneath the cloak of Night, the shadows of the Silent stir!"
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Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Agreed.
(Minus the producer of Midkemia.)
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OMG. Veyetamins! I am scared of my Facebook stalking abilities.
As to the rest of it, learn it for yourself (preeeeessshhhiiiooousssss)
If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?
If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?
Oh, it no display. No more plaid!
Aha! Plaid restored!
If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?
If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?
Where you see plaid, others see geometric patterns....
(Now imagines everyone in Hallifax looking like pretentious lumberjacks...)
I'm a gemcutter and I'm okay
I sleep all night and I work all day.
He's a gemcutter and he's okay,
He sleeps all night and he works all day.
I cut down gems, I eat my lunch
I sleep in the Plebeian Dormitory.
In Avechary I hunt Manifestations,
And have buttered scones for tea.
He cuts down gems, he eats his lunch...
I cut down gems, I parade and drill,
I like bureaucracy.
I put on tragic operas,
And live in civic harmony.
He cuts down gems, he parades and drills...
I cut down gems, I wear couture,
Pretentious I may be.
But I wish I'd been unfeeling,
Oh Cririk, please return to me.