Because it is extremely likely that the pedantic weather will affect some changes in a modern context, however, by the same Modern day parables continuated by, say, Scotsmen, Scott's men, there is a desire to ... *cough*
Fact fun, f(r)iends: An acquaintance spent the summer on the Scottish isles, forgot which, and she had discovered ancient ruins that were similar in shape and function to the equally ancient Greenlandic ruins, which predates the arrival of the (whaling) Longbeards & the people who live in a low country (Scandinavia & the Netherlands). Either there is some untold history to this fact, or Scotsmen were amazing pranksters.
I can't thank you, Haus, enough. Your expressionistic humorous cautionary tales convinced me to pursue madness. Ahahahahahahaaaah indeed. I claim temporarily increased insanity to having wanted to pursue a life less extraordinary.
The Authorities: How on heaven did you get the idea to -- qoute -- finger-rape Haus' eeniemeenie, chicken-flavored cock -- unqoute -- and go to such lenghts to place it on disabled people's ears, while suggestively clawing at his nimble nipples?
Ropog Man: ...
The Authorities: And why on earth did you travel all the way to Seattle, seek out Bio K9, his bitch and bastard and alternately threaten them into tapdancing the plots of the entire Herb Trimpe Hulk run, while letting them subxist on Lizard milk?
Ronof Man: I'm a mentally ill Nazi.
Genious. |
