yeah, so was your ass sore from the whipping the other night? I know mine was. I think we really had some good kodak moments there.
Aside from the connection I feel to your great ass I also feel strangely connected to your brain, as though, perhaps, I read a poem about you in the womb or dreamed in the Lalainia alphabet once as a child, now I am forever changed after having seen that you really exist.
Laini's gallantry as a Paladin has shamed me into dropping D&D after the first day, knowing that I could never measure up as a heroic halfling -ass neutral with a skill dexterity ratio armor class dwarf elfling +5 special ability to rarrrrrrr.....
there once was a man from england who was convinced his dog was moribound
though it's tail would wag and his seed could stag
into the ground he was shunned
then the man squinted at his cat
which'd look mighty fine as a hat
he broke its spine and skinned the feline
and used the innards as a doormat.
but there is justice in this story, which ends with hope and glory,
the witless hap sprung a trap
now his head's a mess that's gory
Laini is Columbia's Amelie but she lives in Spain so I guess she is Spain's Amelie but if she moved to France, she would be France's Laini. Know what I mean?
the only reason i ever really look at your friendster page is to read the masterpieces otherwise known as my testimonials. you sure are lucky to have someone like me dedicating a portion of his personality, creativity, and time to you. being on top of my own pedastal, a beacon of light some say, it's not very often that i derive satisfaction from other people's webpages. in other words, i consider it beneficial to be friendstered with you. congrats.
i leave you alone in spain for two months and now you go off preaching post apocalyptic mumbo jumbo like a chicken running around with its head cut off. by the way, our friendsterscope indicates we have a bumpy road and hard times ahead. you better it hope it gets better by the time i get there or you'll be sorry.
Aside from the connection I feel to your great ass I also feel strangely connected to your brain, as though, perhaps, I read a poem about you in the womb or dreamed in the Lalainia alphabet once as a child, now I am forever changed after having seen that you really exist.
though it's tail would wag and his seed could stag
into the ground he was shunned
then the man squinted at his cat
which'd look mighty fine as a hat
he broke its spine and skinned the feline
and used the innards as a doormat.
but there is justice in this story, which ends with hope and glory,
the witless hap sprung a trap
now his head's a mess that's gory