DancingKitty wrote:Poor Turdhead, he be jellus.
Aargh, oi ams sorry, Dancing Conehead. If ye loike, oi'll start a-talkin loike yew, an' then oi'll cure me scurvy, an' foire me cannons at me own groin.
A flap of the wings yesterday means big changes tomorrow.
Let's work together to keep the present inevitable.
So yeah, I went and got a blog.