Linna Heartlistener wrote:Hmmm, I swear... someone used the word "blasphemous" in my presence just the other day...
OH, RIGHT! I REMEMBER! It was my husband... when I mentioned what I wanted help scanning. I think the quote went something like this:
"Let's hope it's not anything TOOO blasphemous."
Sounds like he's well acquainted with the Watch where non-blasphemous posts can get you banned
Linna Heartlistener wrote:Hmmm, I swear... someone used the word "blasphemous" in my presence just the other day...
OH, RIGHT! I REMEMBER! It was my husband... when I mentioned what I wanted help scanning. I think the quote went something like this:
"Let's hope it's not anything TOOO blasphemous."
Sounds like he's well acquainted with the Watch where non-blasphemous posts can get you banned
u.
Says the one who posted the link to two nuns, one chalice.
Monsters, they eat
Your kind of meat
And they're moving as far as they can
And as fast as they can
Linna Heartlistener wrote:Hmmm, I swear... someone used the word "blasphemous" in my presence just the other day...
OH, RIGHT! I REMEMBER! It was my husband... when I mentioned what I wanted help scanning. I think the quote went something like this:
"Let's hope it's not anything TOOO blasphemous."
Sounds like he's well acquainted with the Watch where non-blasphemous posts can get you banned
u.
Says the one who posted the link to two nuns, one chalice.
Nay! Not I! Nor Linna either. *whisper* where's that link again? *whisper*
I have problems with choosing one) Well, Ananda unfairly didn't get a single vote for either of the differently awesome, I mean horrid, drawings. My vote is for
Dread Poet Jethro wrote:Ananda's first try
Is oral sex with insects
And "Look ma, no hands!"
...
To the strains of the Star Wars Medal Ceremony Theme, Linna Heartlistener walks to the dias of the Monkey Court. A crowd of heretofore unknown subjects, ambassadors, and lords gaze upon her admiringly. The old simian king smiles.
Trumpets blow. Sniffles snuff. Flashes flash.
The monkey king removes his crown, and, sweeping it before him, he bows deeply. A small fart escapes.
Then, standing, he places the crown on Linna's brow.
She turns to the crowd. They all drop to one knee and bow their heads.
The king shouts, "For the monkey!". And the crowd stands and shouts in unison:
FOR THE MONKEY!
FOR THE MONKEY!
FOR THE MONKEY!
And lo, the monkey is now a mere man with a receding hairline and an infectuous grin.