Is now left-foot henchman. Fear him as well.
No clue what a fifth henchman would be called, though. So no, you can't be middle-nostril henchman or anything like that.
because i was bored
ill change back if you bother me enough
this may or may not be the product of that frappucino i drank earlier
im kinda caffeine-intolerent
And it only took six months!
11:58 PM, near Wester Drumlins Property, in the outskirts of London...
Sally: [talking a short walk since it's a nice, sunny day creepy, moonlit night] I'm bored. Plus, it's not safe for a young woman like us to walk around at midnight.
Sparrow: It's not midnight. It's 11:58 PM.
Sally: Good point. Let's do something safer, like...
Sparrow: Climbing over this gate that says "NO TRESPASSING" in big, friendly letters, over into that haunted-looking house
Somehow, I just knew Electric Turahk would fix it.
Because: people fight, ET walks in, people stop fighting or regret it dearly.
It's why we looooooooooooooooooooooove him. =3
only the sets are ending
i dun care
im a story freak, anyway
schrödinger's cat experiment states that it's both ended and continued, anyway
also my sinuses are clogged, since everyone loves reading that
Can someone explain why the initials for those two words get filtered into the whole thing?
Also LOL@ being able to smash the character limit. :teehee:
You walk BIONICLE.
You talk BIONICLE.
If BIONICLE were a food, you would eat BIONICLE. (With mustard.)
You are a BIONICLE fan who needs BIONICLE out the wazoo.
Wazoo, meet BZPower.com!
[and if that made any sense to you, tell me so I can know who lives near me]
I just finished Series Two of their Eighth Doctor Adventures audio plays. Oh my goodness... I'd say they're about as good as the TV series! The Series Two finale is just brilliant (it's a sequel to one of my favourite classic serials, The Brain of Morbius) and the cliffhanger really leaves me excited to start Series Three. Because, you see...
Hello, all who are coming this way, The 18th of August is Bad Poetry Day! The wonderful day that disrupts your sweet calm With horrible poems that make you facepalm. This day springs upon us all like a hawk And numbs our poor brains with the grace of a rock. But alas, this day, it draws to a close So I'd better end this ridiculous prose. (This poem is in honour of William T. Gorringe Whose name is the long-sought rhyme for orange.)
