That's the sound of the thunder outside.
I love thunder. My dog is scared shitless. She's all ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck so we shoved some valium and peanut butter down her and her sister's throats and --
OH THAT WAS A BIG ONE.

Now Rosie is sitting on the cords of my laptop. And staring at me. Now she's off my cords.
Patch is licking her feet which probably have peanut butter on them.
Poor baby.
It's funny though, my dogs hate thunder and my budgie thinks its another bird to talk to so he's all SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE chatter chatter chatter ehk ehk ehk. buk buk.
And now for the wonders of onomatopoeia.
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"The animated figures stand
Adorning every public street
And seem to breathe in stone, or
move their marble feet."
-Pindar, 464 BC
You are now aware that having sex with a vampire is counted as necrophilia.
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It has absolutely nothing to do with feeling like it or not. It is not what I say but what you hear. The entirety of Mundus is staring at a handkerchief and calling it a hacksaw.
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"The animated figures stand
Adorning every public street
And seem to breathe in stone, or
move their marble feet."
-Pindar, 464 BC
You are now aware that having sex with a vampire is counted as necrophilia.
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All who beleive in replacement arms raise your hand.
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It has absolutely nothing to do with feeling like it or not. It is not what I say but what you hear. The entirety of Mundus is staring at a handkerchief and calling it a hacksaw.
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