You have to render the candle wax from their baby fat.
Man, that was a lovely bit of Andromeda. Tyr, stud warrior, invites the female deputy captain to a lovely candle lit dinner and tells her the candles were made from wax rendered from the fat of his enemies.
STUD. Where have all the good guys gone?
"The roof! The roof! The roof is on fire!"
Clearly I am going to let the motherfucker burn. Fire pretty.
Into Tyr's candles.
Then he's the only one left, and I will be satisfied with none other.
Reason #243 I'm single.
Reason #243 I'm single.
Don't have any idea who are you talking about, but can relate the general feeling.
But children give such a lovely light, what with the madly flailing arms.
I am at last seeing a connection between "The roof! The roof! The roof is on fire!" and "Wave your hands in the air like you just don't care".
If the whole bit ending in this hasn't already been COMMed, I am running over there RIGHT NOW
No, there's just this mysterious sound that I am going to go investigate alone. What's the worst that could happen?
That all depends. Are you the virginal girl? Or the one that puts out?
Magic beer? Still Magic.
Does it melt snow? That's the kind of magic I am in the market for.
Considering the notorious effects of beer consumption, I would have to venture a "yes, after I'm done with it."
Are you the virginal girl? Or the one that puts out?
Is it just me, or that it's not a requirement in these days and age?
Suddenly I understand Giles. No one has standards anymore.
Maybe because they are having sex.