No. It's a little tiny word the Lord gave us for when we don't want any cake.
Atlantic Canadian Monday Madness
[NAFDA] We used to get Buffy the day before everyone else, now we get Angel a week after everyone else. And Firefly every Monday!
My lovely horse, running through the field,
Where are you going with your fetlocks blowing in the wind?
I want to shower you with sugarlumps,
And ride you over fences,
Polish your hooves every single day,
And bring you to the horse dentist.
My lovely horse,
You're a pony no more,
Running around with a man on your back,
Like a train in the night (yeah)
Like a train in the night.
Yeah, you've left me behind on the last few.
Oh, dear, hope I'm not spoiling stuff for you... But you'll see. Oh, yes, you will...
ARE THESE MY FEET? WHERE AM I?
So much good in those... So much...
A volkswagon with a mind of it's own! If that's not scary I don't know what is!
*backs away slowly from the thread*
FECK! DRINK! WHA!
You guys are speaking a whole new language and I feel so left out!
*sits in corner and plays with toes*
Well, step in line to borrow Father Ted DVD's when I return them, and all will be made clear. In the meantime, playing with ones toes is certainly a valid form of expression as well.