and it died.
Think about that the next time you try to get in my face about … anything at all.
I’m just saying.
PS: so there are black widow spiders here in Vancouver. You learn something new every day, eh?
Give me my footie pjs, put on my cat; I have
Immortal longings in me: now no more
The juice of the Okanagan‘s grape shall moist this lip:
Yare, yare, good CG; quick. Methinks I hear
Viggo call; I see him rouse himself
To praise my noble act; I hear him mock
The luck of spammers, which the gods give men
To excuse their after wrath: baby, I come:
Now to that name my courage prove my title!
I am tentacles and marabou; my other elements
I give to baser life. So; have you done?
Come then, and take the last warmth of my lips.
Farewell, kind CG; blog readers, long farewell.
What, I’m still here? Damn, now what am I gonna do with this soliloquy? I h8 anticlimax!