R Soul on 20/4/2005 at 16:29
And he did say, "Shall we not use this power, as our enemies used it unto us?
Do we not carve their wild forests into our beams an boards?
Do we not tame their raging streams to carry our boats?"
And in their youth and foolishness, did his brothers say, "Oh come on, we can still see the bus stop from here."
nomad of the pacific on 20/4/2005 at 21:15
To gain that ledge is my current task.
A wooden beam is all I ask.
I spy one of sufficient height.
The angle's good, the shot looks right!
I grab my quiver. My heart is smitten!
Instead of rope arrow, I've got these G__ D___ Mittens!
Bronze Griffin on 20/4/2005 at 21:30
Quote Posted by nomad of the pacific
To gain that ledge is my current task.
A wooden beam is all I ask.
I spy one of sufficient height.
The angle's good, the shot looks right!
I grab my quiver. My heart is smitten!
Instead of rope arrow, I've got these G__ D___ Mittens!
FANTASTIC!!!
fett on 20/4/2005 at 22:07
Quote:
To gain that ledge is my current task.
A wooden beam is all I ask.
I spy one of sufficient height.
The angle's good, the shot looks right!
I grab my quiver. My heart is smitten!
Instead of rope arrow, I've got these G__ D___ Mittens!
nomad of the pacific wins the thread! Brilliant - Absolutely brilliant!
doctormidnight on 21/4/2005 at 01:01
how do i solved case? - Inspector Drept
P.S. nomad you can have my longbow anytime
PeeperStorm on 21/4/2005 at 02:37
The most promising acolyte was sent from the table, not out of the lesser folly of belching, but the greater folly of flatulance. His stomach was upset, and his odor was vile, but his abilities were unmatched. Even then, we knew to watch him most carefully. Preferably from upwind.
-- Keeper Annals
Rybe on 21/4/2005 at 07:03
:laff: :laff: glorious!! :laff: :laff:
Foolsie_Mansie on 21/4/2005 at 08:11
Build thou beams of dead beans,
build thou clothes of dead clover,
build thou wine of dead pine,
build thou fertalizer of dead Garrett!
-smith-on-booze to dead pagan
ionia23 on 21/4/2005 at 09:18
There once was a girl from The City
Whom Benny didst think was quite pretty
.....
nomad of the pacific on 21/4/2005 at 19:58
When evening falls
And shadow calls
I creep down darkened lanes.
Through vaults I root
Collecting loot
And nab ill-gotten gains.
I lurk in shade
As I evade
The ever-present guard.
Unheard, unseen
Whilst treasures glean
As futily they ward.
But gear gets lean.
I might be seen!
Sometimes that's how it goes.
I dash and dart
With pounding heart
Evading all my foes.
I'll take a dive
To stay alive
If things become too grim.
But I'll be drowned
Because I've found
I've forgotten how to swim!
