Byron In Exile
Frederick Fucking Chopin
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- May 3, 2002
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no, fernando.Is that Byron in your av?![]()
Oh, that'll be the day.no, fernando.
Let's just say that Fernando is not on the Dolf-Worship Bandwagon.Is fernanado bitter?![]()
And, yet... Miracle of Miracles...that's what we wanted your lawyer to think.
No, he's just smitten. With Emilio.Is fernanado bitter?![]()
he's just cranky, not drunk.
And, yet... Miracle of Miracles...
I still have all my stuff!
I even have Mr B and his little toy racecars!!
Your lawyer sucks.
Your lawyer really sucks.Good point.
Your lawyer really sucks.
If you want to make more money and keep the money you have...?
Better call Saul!
Not... exactly.That pretty much sums up all lawyers.
lost is such a sweet euphemismi lost my lawyer...
tiger food is expensive!
Hey, weirdo.<---- does not know or care what Byron tastes like.
Hey, weirdo.
I've decided: if I were to get a tattoo, it would be in Tolkien's Elvish script (Tengwar).
Thanks to you, I'm actually considering it.
You are such a bad influence...
Hey, weirdo.
I've decided: if I were to get a tattoo, it would be in Tolkien's Elvish script (Tengwar).
Thanks to you, I'm actually considering it.
You are such a bad influence...
he's stealth-bad
so what would it say, translated into us-speak?
'one ring to bind them all' does sound a little gay
An elven-maid there was of old,
A stenographer by day;
Her hair was fake, her teeth were gold,
Her scent was that of cheap sachet.
She thought that art was really 'keen',
The top ten she could hum;
Her eyes were full of Maybelline,
Her mouth, of chewing gum.
Her head was full of men and clothes,
Her hair, of rattled curls;
Her legs she wrapped in fine Sup-Hose,
For nights out with the girls.
She met one morn an elvin-lad,
Who took her to the fights,
And said he owned a spacious pad,
And went to law school nights.
And so that night she gave her all
In back of his sedan;
So rich, she thought, so sharp and tall,
A perfect family man.
But then he told her with a smirk,
That he loved another,
And was a part-time postal clerk
And lived home with his mother.
A silver tear rolled down her cheek
As she bussed home by herself;
The same thing happened twice last week,
(Oh, Heaven help the Working-elf!)
Not... exactly.
There's a difference between a criminal lawyer and a criminal... lawyer.
I still have all my stuff.
YMMV.
It does. What would be truly geeky funny is to use one of the spoof poems/songs from Bored Of The Rings:
Valarin?? You're fucking with me, now. There would be no way to construct anything in that language. It be like presuming to write in Proto-Indo-European. The only language with enough of an extant vocabulary to make it possible to express oneself in it today would be Sindarin.That would be a neat tat. What would it say, and would it be saying it in English but in Tengwar, or would it be in Quenya, Telerin, or Valarin?