Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
Mind the sword, mind the people watch, mind the enemy...too many mind. No mind.
I wish I had a pithy and incredibly entertaining comment for you but it was a long day and the brain is on autopilot.All that comes to mind is lines from Centurians of Rome, in particular that bit about being the shock troopers of Julius the Caesar man. Not exactly related, but not completely, well mostly, off subject.
Let all the poisons that lurk in the mud hatch out.
Honey, are you OK? You seem to be melting.
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