For Devon's sake, she lives in Hellsinski
I'm going to be sweded now. Behave, please.
* clears throat*And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stoodWith a ring at the end of his nose. His nose,His nose,With a ring at the end of his nose.'Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shillingYour ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.'So they took it away and were sweded next dayBy the Turkey who lives on the hill.They dined on mince and slices of quinceWhich they ate with a runcible spoon;And hand in hand, on the edge of the sandThey danced by the light of the moon,The moon,The moon,They danced by the light of the moon.(Edward Lear, The Owl and the Pussycat
Yep, BiB, I had a small Stockholm-syndrome. I'm all well now.Christopher; *applauds*
There's something so wrong about that photo that it's just perfect :)
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