Sheridan bites gangrene for a Deathing.
write
I was asking if you had any songs I can see...
--Yes, but not on this computer. I'm at my Gran's.
--O, did you know that I was in Llanelli last week?
in llanelli? how come?
--To escape my rat...
--I have loads of friends there, who took me in
huh?¿
--I don't want to be in the same house as my rabbit. It scares me.
I thought you said rat.
--Mweh.
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry Red Lorry Yellow Lorry Red Lolly Yellow Lolly
I got a brand new pair a roller skates. You got a brand new key...
Nimh, since you mentioned, I never heard anyone using word "vazda" except in croatian anthem
The monkeys are controlling the dustbinmen. This can't NOT end in disaster!
*Plays a guitar-like instrument softly*
Haste not thine wisdom, for the hollow is ta'en -
By whom, know I not; 'lack! am I of twain -
And as a crux - cede I my words -
Fro my heart wilt thou ne'er
Have I been 'sooth sinsyne.
Be left without - come!
Thine voice is oh so sweet, I speer thine pine,
Ryking for me:
Ryking for thee;
"List and heed", thou say'st
Wistful, whistful -
Chancing to lure.
Chancing to lure,
Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown 'tis -
Dodge na 'way herefro, do come here in eath!
Mayhap lured by the scent of lote -
'Od! - the foetid - eft hie back I mote;
For what I did my soul atrounced,
How I wish for thee again,
O! do believe me, 'twasn't a frounce.
Will I give thee it: Troth.
Thine voice is oh so sweet, I speer thine pine,
Ryking for me:
Ryking for thee;
"List and heed", thou say'st
Wistful, whistful -
Chancing to lure.
Chancing to lure,
Skirl and skreigh, but for thine ears, aye, lown 'tis -
Dodge na 'way herefro, do come here in eath!
And someone shall be branded:
Someone shall not flee from old fires' teeth,
Which, in an instant, landed,
Scorching a crater in our old deceit.
RRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnggggggg!!
*Picks up the phone and listens*
'The small town of Verrieres may be regarded as one of the most attractive in the Franche-Comte. Its white houses with their high pitched roofs of red tiles are spread over the slope of a hill, the slightest contours of which are indicated by clumps of sturdy chestnuts. The Doubs runs some hundresds of feet below it sfortifications, built in times past by the Spaniards, and now in ruins.'
Queens:
I. Karlovic - J.M. Gambill 6:4, 6:7, 7:6
Halle:
J. Novak - I. Ljubicic 6:2, 6:2
