Girly can function as an excellent replacement for anything.
In my absence I was to lead a revolution against the oppressive beavers who attempted to establish a totalitarian bourgeoisie in our social hierarchy. Just everyday things.
For a start, let us all sing the national anthem of Turkmenistan. Janym gurban sana, erkana ýurdum
For the good of our sanity we will indeed consider you a valued member of society since your efforts have proved that you are.
I remember going to Disneyworld and the annoying prices were still there.
More specifically, this is a story about absolute nonsense and monarchic totalitarianism. Please pay no attention to it. It shall be split into two or three parts if I decide to write the other one or two. --- This is a story about a king. He was a great king. He was a greater king than the other kings whom respected his power. He was, indeed, the greatest king. The king of kings that ruled over their kingdoms. And he was indeed the greatest. This king thought of himself as the greatest, and within his prideful pleasure of re-assuring greatness he heeded to no concerns of any sort, for he always assumed that his decisions, as ridiculous and unfathomable they would be, were indeed quite great. Greater than the decisions of the other kings, which did not include the great usage of greatness that his decisions greatly included. However, in his greatness, his lowly and deplorable duke, Duke Marquess, clearly did not understand the greatness of the king that was indeed great. The Duke – who was certainly not great in every definition of the word great – claimed that the beleaguering peons of the king's great kingdom of greatness did not respect the king's great authority. The king did not believe this surly ungreatness until the peons themselves had sent a special present for the king. Believing this present, in the king's greatness, to be quite great, he opened it with a great glee. What he discovered instead was anything but great – a partly-charred sheet of great paper with the words “Your mother was an echidna” hastily and ungreatly scribbled on in wet black ink, a great black ink that in the king's kingdom was indeed great. This statement enraged the great king and his great greatness, as he knew that his absolutely great mother was not an echidna but once the great – but not as great – queen of this great kingdom of his, and was greatly annoyed at these peons' disregard for proper and great facts. The king, the great king, intended to teach these ungreat peons a great lesson in greatness. The king was a greatly smart man in all of his greatness, and in his greatness he decided to visit the source of the vile treachery that was committed on himself and his greatness. The king knew in his greatness that he would indeed teach those unruly peasants a great lesson and lecture them greatly, for he was indeed the king of everything that was great. He was the great king of every great thought and great thing and great truffle that existed in his great little country of great people that were always happy and great all the time because the great king of everything great knew that his great presence promoted happiness and greatness throughout the great land. The great king knew that an ungreat change in this great social conformity of irrefutable and unchangeable greatness would be dealt with in great haste, as any change in the greatness of the social structure and opinion within his great kingdom would quite definitely not be great for the greatness of the great king and his great kingdom. And indeed would his greatness be cast upon these ungreat and upsetting peasants that threatened his greatness with their ungreat acts of ungreatness.
Your two front teeth.
I am indeed quite excited for the plates of cholesterol and saturated fat that await us. If you would excuse me I must retrieve my fork.
The beauty of the ring must be burning her eyes in sheer happiness. Bravo, sir.
KH-Vids. .
The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams. I expected the novel to be quite ridiculous but the level of silliness it contains is staggering.
Will do, sir.
Your posts are quite amusing for a new member. I must say you will be a pleasure to have around the forum. Please sign your name on the form to my right and proceed with your pursuits. Just beware of the handful of wolves on this forum.
He may be very absolute in his efforts but he does know where to find an excellent selection of Christmas trees.
There was absolutely no snow to speak of. And from my present observations after waking up, it appears more like Nunavut now. I expected this weather before December. I am quite disappointed, Canada.
I'm quite sorry, I have been busy with work and whatnot. I shall be home today and tomorrow however. How have you been? I also have not seen...
The term "art", in a very broad sense, can refer to literally anything taken with a degree of allegorical allusion, cultural significance, or deeper meaning of any sort; and of which one may find some sort of beauty through this. This can be almost anything. A table can be art in the sense of craft; its form and function meet a basic standard yet could possibly be made in such a style pleasing to the eye. Dancing naked in the middle of the rain would indeed be called a sort of art by some depending on the ones asked, for it would convey a sense of immediate thought pertaining to the aforementioned dancing. Dancing itself is already an acclaimed art form. Literature is art for the psychological senses of immersion or an increase in knowledge referring to either topic, usually enhanced by well-crafted wordplay. Even war, as brutal and bloody as it is, could be considered art; not generally pleasing or lovely at all, mind you, but the act and procedures of war require a degree of skill and melodious repetition.
As the others have stated before, Setzer was bribing him with money seeing as he is of the Gambler class from Final Fantasy VI. You may presume of it as an acknowledgement. What struck me as odd was his pointing after the battle.
