Gee, funny, I don’t remember that. I thought everybody was Cleopatra?
In a Past Life… |
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Where You Lived: West Africa. How You Died: Dysentery. |
Gee, funny, I don’t remember that. I thought everybody was Cleopatra?
In a Past Life… |
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Where You Lived: West Africa. How You Died: Dysentery. |
I stole it from ruhi‘s blog here, so it seems only fair that you steal it from me. If you scroll down in my blog you’ll see it in my sidebar just under the Categories list, and very nice-looking it is, too, if a bit fat for a Dusk template sidebar. Don’t ask me how you design it, I just copied the code. You do the same, and paste it into a text widget, and Dumbledore‘s your uncle!
The code:
<a href="http://www.TickerFactory.com/">
<img border="0" src="http://tickers.TickerFactory.com/ezt/d/
4;10742;430/st/20070721/e/HP+Book+7%21/dt/-1/k/4080/s-event.png"></a>
Now, like I said just copy that code, remove the Enter after the d/ so that that part is all one one line, stick it in a text widget, drop that into your sidebar and it’ll work for you. Note that the printing is black, which can be hard to see, like here. You can make your own customized version at www.tickerfactory.com and set whatever colour you like.
Now I shall turn my attention to supervising the Versace Twins‘ production of badges for the Harry Potter Challenge! To work, slaves!
although her backup consists of a costume party themed “Hollywood Hookerdom.” If you replaced the slutteriffic satins and fishnets with torn B.U.M. Equipment sweats and GWG cutoffs, this could be any day in my neighborhood, actually. The girls around here don’t need to try so hard.
I suppose it’s only natural if your video is directed by the equal parts nutty and fabulous David LaChappelle, but seriously, what is it about retro-fab hookers that gay men find so fascinating?
Still: at last a justification for that ridonkulous beehive.
via Perez Hilton whose site loads sooo much better since it got attacked. And yes, that is “Ain’t no mountain high enough” that the song reminds you of. Cuz they stole the melody!
Oh, why not? Like you’re surfing the internet looking for Protagoras and Meaning, eh? They’re over at Manhunt.
Also, bonus “hey, rare lemur triplets born” story tacked on to pathetically justify lollemur blog filler.

So you want to know how the final book ends, do you?
Do all the people that the bloodthirsty Rowling has killed off suddenly un-die, join hands and sing “It’s a Small World After All” while Draco Malfoy converts to the Church of Dumbledoorianism, Buckbeak leads a squadron of precision hippogriffs in barrel rolls overhead, Gandalf shoots off fireworks in the shape of Godric Gryffindor‘s right butt-cheek, and Harry experiences multiple orgasms as he loses his virginity to your choice of Ginny Weasley/Hermione Granger/Severus Snape/Draco Malfoy/Fred and Ron Weasley.
No.
How does it actually end? Click here to find out, and don’t say I didn’t warn you!