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"Save yourselves with all haste. Look not behind you. Get as fast as you are able to the mountain, unless you be involved in the calamity of the city."
Weird Hobbit Spam?
"the thrush, which merely fluttered aside and came back.
Drat the bird! said Bilbo crossly. I believe he is listening, and
I dont like the look of him."
I'm too tired to post more right now, but will tomorrow. Maybe some pics, too.
"the thrush, which merely fluttered aside and came back.
Drat the bird! said Bilbo crossly. I believe he is listening, and
I dont like the look of him."
I'm too tired to post more right now, but will tomorrow. Maybe some pics, too.
A Spam Poem for DenimDemon
Water under the bridge. Your ass is grass. Timing is everything.
Sturdy as an oak. Stubborn as a mule. Rise and shine. The silly season.
Raking in the dough. Some like carrots others like cabbage. This is for
the birds. Rise and shine. What on earth? Water doesn't run uphill.
Water doesn't run uphill. They're like two peas in a pod. Rare as
walking on water. Wrinkled as a prune. Waking up with the chickens. A
snail's pace. The way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Spring to
mind. Up one side and down the other.
Your name is mud. A place in the sun. A rolling stone gathers no
moss. To gild refined gold, to paint the lily. We'll hand you out to dry.
Salt of the Earth. A snail's pace. When pigs fly. Stop and smell the
roses. That's water under the bridge. There's no time like the present.
Timber! Timing is everything. You never miss the water till the well
runs dry. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day. Say it with flowers.
Water under the bridge. Your ass is grass. Timing is everything.
Sturdy as an oak. Stubborn as a mule. Rise and shine. The silly season.
Raking in the dough. Some like carrots others like cabbage. This is for
the birds. Rise and shine. What on earth? Water doesn't run uphill.
Water doesn't run uphill. They're like two peas in a pod. Rare as
walking on water. Wrinkled as a prune. Waking up with the chickens. A
snail's pace. The way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Spring to
mind. Up one side and down the other.
Your name is mud. A place in the sun. A rolling stone gathers no
moss. To gild refined gold, to paint the lily. We'll hand you out to dry.
Salt of the Earth. A snail's pace. When pigs fly. Stop and smell the
roses. That's water under the bridge. There's no time like the present.
Timber! Timing is everything. You never miss the water till the well
runs dry. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day. Say it with flowers.
Oh Happy Day. My first profile post. It took me long enough. Generally speaking I'm way too overly analytical and self-conscious to journal or blog. I just don't think that anything I personally have to say is really relevant to anyone but myself. Except, that is, for how effing great my dog is. So that's what I'll post about. Here he is:
Oh, Ganymede (that's his name), there are not enough nicknames in the world to demonstrate my love for you (but here's a list of some of them):
Gany.
Ganybananny.
Gany-Bananaman.
Banana.
Bananaman.
Gany-Banannyman-from-Afghanistan.
Carrot Face.
Lettuce Breath.
Bunnymede.
Ketamine.
Gany =
Gany =
I =
Oh, Ganymede (that's his name), there are not enough nicknames in the world to demonstrate my love for you (but here's a list of some of them):
Gany.
Ganybananny.
Gany-Bananaman.
Banana.
Bananaman.
Gany-Banannyman-from-Afghanistan.
Carrot Face.
Lettuce Breath.
Bunnymede.
Ketamine.
Gany =
Gany =
I =
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