way back in the day, a guy named lenny was asked to play an alien on a new show about space travel. but... he didn't know how the aliens should look different. a twisty nose? green skin? he was at a loss... just as he was about to ask the costume designers to bring him some mohawk wigs, carmine walked by - with his pointy ears. and so mr. nimoy found his inspiration.
my friend gelf has a secret identity. when nobody is looking he turns into Carmine the wild musician man. he puts on a multicolored robe that he got from an old wizard and he travels the land with his mandolin, plucking joyful tunes for all the people he meets. bad guys don't like Carmine, because he's good and smooth with the ladies, but Carmine can always charm the bad guys with a song and a dance, a sprightly elfin dance.
zelda. no, wait. that was someone else.
Who's that drinking all the mead?
Gelf the Elf! Gelf the Elf!
Who drums like a hummingbird on speed?
Gelf the Elf! Gelf the Elf!
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
oh, and the best mead in NYC!
once and can still stand eachother!
lol. Though I can't yet read Carmine
Level 3 Encryption, Damnit!
fights you with a sword and gives you
mead.
said?
adult life... which oddly enuff is all
I remember. Have some ice-t for me
old friend.