My sister wrote me a poem in her Bday card to me...
You're so clever and funny, with a brilliant mind Sometimes you're difficult, but you can also be kind I'm so proud you're my brother, but it has to be said It's a shame about the road kill, you wear on your head.
I gave her a slap for that one.
b.k. barunt wrote:Snorri's like one of those fufu dogs who get all excited and dance around pissing on themself.
suggs wrote:scared off by all the pervs and wankers already? No? Then let me introduce myself, I'm Mr Pervy Wank.
"Were days that long, was grass so green
in seasons of youthful desire,
Roaming o'er seas of aqua marine,
where westering suns drown in fire?
'Cross mountain, forest, and river,
I'd wander, carefree and bold,
never heeding the days to come,
When I'd wake up, slow and old.
Oh, how the silent summer noon,
warms dusty memories,
In an orchard, midst my dreams,
'Neath verdant, shadeful trees.
Come visit me, you little ones,
hear stories, songs and rhymes,
A roving warrior's saga,
of far-gone golden times.
--Kroova's song
--By Brian Jacques
I found this in a Brian Jacques book from the Redwall Series and thought it was worth writing down.
Adrian: Einstein flunked out of school, twice.
Paulie: Is that so?
Adrian: Yeah. Beethoven was deaf. Helen Keller was blind. I think Rocky's got a good chance.