This thread is now OFICIALLY:
Beavered.
Yes, I'll go run away now.![]()
This thread is now OFICIALLY:
Beavered.
Yes, I'll go run away now.![]()
Ja mata, TosaInu. You will forever be remembered.
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Swords Made of Letters - 1938. The war is looming in France - and Alexandre Reythier does not have much time left to protect his country. A novel set before the war.
A Painted Shield of Honour - 1313. Templar Knights in France are in grave danger. Can they be saved?
So Lemur, are you claiming the third picture is actually a slithy tove? 'Cos they sure look like they are gyring, if not actually gimbling in that there wabe.
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"If there is a sin against life, it consists not so much in despairing as in hoping for another life and in eluding the implacable grandeur of this one."
Albert Camus "Noces"
I shouldn't have looked at Lemur's post while eating lunch.
Banquo's retort was classy, as always.
Last edited by Vladimir; 10-21-2009 at 16:26.
Reinvent the British and you get a global finance center, edible food and better service. Reinvent the French and you may just get more Germans.
Ik hou van ferme grieten en dikke pintenOriginally Posted by Evil_Maniac From Mars
Down with dried flowers!
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