He’s never gonna see THIS tasteful decolletagé again if he doesn’t learn another tune right quick.

This is exactly what I did at a family wedding/New Year’s Eve party last night. I blood eagled myself. No, don’t run

Not located anywhere- the archive is mirrored all over the world.

I’m backing them. I lost the code to my swiss bank accounts, tho.

There’s also a single rabbit, mired in self pity under the bench.

I know. I know.

He was in a cart without wheels, but his hair was perfect.

I must risk it all, to save Dol Amroth!

I will! I happen to have both on hand at all times.

Is that person the head of a Scottish clan? Otherwise, that person cannot be The Stark, I’ll bet my tartan on it.

A legend for our days, to encourage us in these times of vulgarity and “Live Laugh Love”. For example, one of my neighbors had a piece of stone engraved with his family name and placed in his front yard. There is an apostrophe where it doesn’t belong. When I go by, I imagine running over “The Stark’s” with a truck to erase it and then buying him a new engraving.

To me, what our well dressed man about town is holding looks like a mirror. So he sees burnt hobbits, jousting on clouds, skeletons and social awkwardness inside of himself. Don’t we all, though? ::::chews on pipe stem::::

Well, link your bandcamp page, I wanna hear it!

You’re welcome. Stay non credible.

I’m not either.

Huh, today I learned. Mucho respect to you, not the banks.

Ah!

Her posture says, “Bonjour”, but her face is so blank, it’s eerie. She needs to put on pajamas and go touch grass, but she doesn’t care enough.

Yeah, melted down my bullion to make that for ya. 🤑

!lemmysilver