Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
"Hige sceal þe heardra, heorte þe cenre, mod sceal þe mare, þe ure mægen lytlað…"
I was quite the rebel in my youth.Back then I didn't care what the MAN could do to me.Those mattress tags? I tore every one of them off!
It's like they're daring you to do it!
Damn, left my latin dictonary in my other toga. How do ya do those taggy-thingies,anywho?
John....I think the translation is Tam telling the chief exquisiter that it isn't her duck. Wait....No. That was Vorbis, not Vobis.....:shrug:Damfino....Something about ducks though.BGM
"You're not the duke of me."
You are not the boss of me!
Just can't let that phrase pass without linking back here:http://booksbikesboomsticks.blogspot.com/2011/05/basic-problem.htmlBuried in there:"Handing the government a check because you're feeling compassionate is like handing the local crackhead a twenty for pizza because you're feeling hungry."Pure gold. Don't Romney's writers read blogs?PB
Ah, the QR Code.Robot barf.
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