Sep. 28th, 2006

plonq: (Blah Mood)
F U C h s i a! (What did you think I was going to say?)

I will complete this entry a bit later today  - time permitting.

Time permitted. Entry complete.
plonq: (Bouncy Mood)
Our country reeks of trees
Our Yaks are really large
And they smell like rotting beef carcasses
And we have to clean up after them
And our saddle sores are the best
We proudly wear women's clothing
And searing sand blows up our skirts
And the buzzards, they soar overhead
And poisonous snakes will devour us whole
And our bones will bleach in the sun
And we will probably go to (loud farting noise)
And that is our great reward
For being the-uh Ro-oy-al Canadian Kilted Yaksmen!


(wtb a Main Assist who isn't a moron.  [livejournal.com profile] atara will likely grump more on this subject later.)
plonq: (Angelic Mood)
Q: what is special about today?
A: It's Ask A Stupid Question Day.

It's amazing the things you learn from the Internet.

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