Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
"Hige sceal þe heardra, heorte þe cenre, mod sceal þe mare, þe ure mægen lytlað…"
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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