Zyne
11-06-2004, 06:28
Someday, she sighed, someday I'll have a nation. A nation of my very own. And I'll play a flute-like instrument. And beat infidels until they bleed or scream or die.
And there will be no silliness in my nay-shun. Or trout. Or sheep. Or scary spaceship thingies with the bright lights and the chasing and the hiding.
Oh, my, time to go.
xoxoxoxoxoxoz
And there will be no silliness in my nay-shun. Or trout. Or sheep. Or scary spaceship thingies with the bright lights and the chasing and the hiding.
Oh, my, time to go.
xoxoxoxoxoxoz