You know, Gud, you name a dog Fenris and somebody's gonna get their hand bit off.
I got my hand bitten repeatedly over the weekend, by black swans. Though one of them proved well-mannered and while it fed I wound up with a black swan's head in the palm of my hand.
I got my hand bitten repeatedly over the weekend, by black swans.
Get bitten by a black swan once, shame on you. Get bitten by a black swan twice, shame on me.
Though one of them proved well-mannered and I wound up with a black swan's head in the palm of my hand.
Still attached at the neck, right?
Get bitten by a black swan once, shame on you. Get bitten by a black swan twice, shame on me.
Why, were they acting under your orders? Wallybee found it most entertaining that I was remonstrating with them. Not nearly as entertaining as she found it when I almost got bitten in the face, though.
Or the presidential version...
Bite me once shame on, shame on you. Bite me...you can't get bit again.
Still attached at the neck, right?
Well, yes. It's a lot of neck to leave unattended.
I think I've died of boredom and now I'm in hell.
I think I've died of boredom and now I'm in hell.
You know that you're not in hell because you are posting here. All the websites in hell use orange on green color schemes, make heavy use of the blink tag, and always start playing Celine Dion songs when you load the page.
I'm in disk format hell.
And the server room is freaking freezing.
The swans on the frozen Elbe used to attack us. They were awesome smart, and would steal stuff from your pockets if your weren't careful.
I'm on hold with the big company's help desk. So far I have tried to log on to the scary new server approximately ten times.