The Queen must go. In the name of all that is egalitarian and true, there ought to be a commander-in-chief ruling the plebs with love and force. I think I would be up to the job.
He who dares will be struck down by the swift hand of the Righteous Left.
Foul McCartney wrote:Bah, tradition! You people were so busy putting on frilly little crowns and ceremonies you let your whole empire shrink to one boring island! Heck, it'll probably be half an island, eventually, once Scotland breaks away.....
.....and floats off into the Atlantic? Where would it go?
(anyone read The Stone Raft by Jose Saramago? It's the Iberian Peninsula that breaks off in that one.)
Halfway down the stairs Is the stair where I sit. There isn't any other stair quite like it. I'm not at the bottom, I'm not at the top; So this is the stair where I always stop.
Foul McCartney wrote:Heh! Nay, I meant if Scotland ever decides to declare independence or whatnot.
Well, all right. As long as it doesn't float over and start hanging out with that Iceland kid. And it's not to go running off over to the Canaries, either!
Halfway down the stairs Is the stair where I sit. There isn't any other stair quite like it. I'm not at the bottom, I'm not at the top; So this is the stair where I always stop.
Halfway down the stairs Is the stair where I sit. There isn't any other stair quite like it. I'm not at the bottom, I'm not at the top; So this is the stair where I always stop.
Halfway down the stairs Is the stair where I sit. There isn't any other stair quite like it. I'm not at the bottom, I'm not at the top; So this is the stair where I always stop.
dAN is befamed for his knowledge of haute couture...
The reality is in this head. Mine. I'm the projector at the planetarium, all the closed little universe visible in the circle of that stage is coming out of my mouth, eyes, and sometimes other orifices also.
The reality is in this head. Mine. I'm the projector at the planetarium, all the closed little universe visible in the circle of that stage is coming out of my mouth, eyes, and sometimes other orifices also.
Vote me as the next Royal Family. That's right - King Ur-Vile. I promise a far greater United Kingdom. First, I will rid the Tower of London of it's Ravens. Second, rid KW of all Revans. Third, delete this post.
Waddley wrote:your Highness Sir Dr. Loredoctor, PhD, Esq, the Magnificent, First of his name, Second Cousin of Dragons, White-Gold-Plate Wielder!
I would go with you on that Ur-Vile, except you shot Mr.Wickham...
The reality is in this head. Mine. I'm the projector at the planetarium, all the closed little universe visible in the circle of that stage is coming out of my mouth, eyes, and sometimes other orifices also.