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lobber of scimitars
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My friend's kids love those rabbid things. They keep sending screenshots to my WiiMail. They even have a WiiMote charger that's a giant rabbid.
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#947 |
lobber of scimitars
Join Date: Jul 2001
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Apparently spindling has gone out of style...
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Finally. I can't tell you how many times I spindled before I read the warning about spindling. You can't really de-spindle, you're kind of stuck with the spindling you wrought.
About no mutilating, though...I have a real problem with that. Who are they to tell me what I can and cannot mutilate? Personal freedom, people. |
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#949 |
Slattern of the Swail
Join Date: Jul 2004
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IM you crack me up!
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Hey, wait, what?
You really don't want to know what I think about domestic violence, do you? I'm not sure you're prepared for that sort of wrath rant. I'll save this thread... hang on: |
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#953 |
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Location: Arlington, VA
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WTF is that kitty jumping over?
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Great Wall O' China?
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lobber of scimitars
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He's playing big scary panther escapes from the zoo and savages bystanders in the crowd, popping their eyeballs out of their heads and impaling them on his foreclaws and holding them up so the irises are all facing him and going "You lookin' at me?" before he eats them off of his claws one by one with a satisfying *pop* like they were bloodshot pearl onions.
And when he is done, he's going to saunter over to the gate and cry like a baby to be let back into his yard.
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Slattern of the Swail
Join Date: Jul 2004
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wolf, you know your cats.
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We have to go back, Kate!
Join Date: Apr 2004
Location: Yorkshire
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Why do we have an 'insert image' option if we're not supposed to use it?
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To shreds, you say?
Join Date: Aug 2004
Location: in the house and on the street-how many, many feet we meet!
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Check your glasses,
Do Not Fold, Spindle, or Mutualate!
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To shreds, you say?
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I spent the next thirty-nine days in much the same way as the first, but at the close of that time the ladies appeared (as was their custom) in my room one morning to inquire how I had slept, and instead of looking cheerful and smiling they were in floods of tears. "Prince," said they, "we must leave you, and never was it so hard to part from any of our friends. Most likely we shall never see you again, but if you have sufficient self-command perhaps we may yet look forward to a meeting." "Ladies," I replied, "what is the meaning of these strange words-- I pray you to tell me?" "Know then," answered one of them, "that we are all princesses-- each a king's daughter. We live in this castle together, in the way that you have seen, but at the end of every year secret duties call us away for the space of forty days. The time has now come; but before we depart, we will leave you our keys, so that you may not lack entertainment during our absence. But one thing we would ask of you. The Golden Door, alone, forbear to open, as you value your own peace, and the happiness of your life. That door once unlocked, we must bid you farewell for ever." Weeping, I assured them of my prudence, and after embracing me tenderly, they went their ways. Every day I opened two or three fresh doors, each of which contained behind it so many curious things that I had no chance of feeling dull, much as I regretted the absence of the ladies. Sometimes it was an orchard, whose fruit far exceeded in bigness any that grew in my father's garden. Sometimes it was a court planted with roses, jessamine, dafeodils, hyacinths and anemones, and a thousand other flowers of which I did not know the names. Or again, it would be an aviary, fitted with all kinds of singing birds, or a treasury heaped up with precious stones; but whatever I might see, all was perfect of its own sort. Thirty-nine days passed away more rapidly than I could have conceived possible, and the following morning the princesses were to return to the castle. But alas! I had explored every corner, save only the room that was shut in by the Golden Door, and I had no longer anything to amuse myself with. I stood before the forbidden place for some time, gazing at its beauty; then a happy inspiration struck me, that because I unlocked the door it was not necessary that I should enter the chamber. It would be enough for me to stand outside and view whatever hidden wonders might be therein. Thus arguing against my own conscience, I turned the key, when a smell rushed out that, pleasant though it was, overcame me completely, and I fell fainting across the threshold. Instead of being warned by this accident, directly I came to myself I went for a few moments into the air to shake of the effects of the perfume, and then entered boldly. I found myself in a large, vaulted room, lighted by tapers, scented with aloes and ambergris, standing in golden candle-sticks, whilst gold and silver lamps hung from the ceiling. Though objects of rare workmanship lay heaped around me, I paid them scant attention, so much was I struck by a great black horse which stood in one corner, the handsomest and best-shaped animal I had ever seen. His saddle and bridle were of massive gold, curiously wrought; one side of his trough was filled with clean barley and sesame, and the other with rose water. I led the animal into the open air, and then jumped on his back, shaking the reins as I did so, but as he never stirred, I touched him lightly with a switch I had picked up in his stable. No sooner did he feel the stroke, than he spread his wings (which I had not perceived before), and flew up with me straight into the sky. When he had reached a prodigious height, he next darted back to earth, and alighted on the terrace belonging to a castle, shaking me violently out of the saddle as he did so, and giving me such a blow with his tail, that he knocked out my right eye...
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