Sorry to disappoint you.
With the pricking of my thumb, someone wishing to marry a clown this way comes!
Sorry to disappoint you.
With the pricking of my thumb, someone wishing to marry a clown this way comes!
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
I actually fell in love with a clown that made balloon animals for children (for free)...His way of making people happy really inspired me; I owe him so much even though I saw him only once.
next is a crazy robot
You are right!!!!!!!
Destroy all humans...destroy all humans...
Next is a Tyger...
I know it! The next is a Tyger I promise you!
Hmm... Crazefest?
yes!
next is someone who feels sick...
True enough. (might just be from getting hit in the jaw, but my throat is in a bad way...)
Someone who enjoys word games...
uh, me? YESes!!
it's dark outside next person's dwelling
Dark, but covered with snow.
It's...rather light inside this person's maison
*EDIT*
Someone who won't make a prediction...
Last edited by aeroport; 12-27-2007 at 08:04 PM.
pretty much. lots of candles burning on my dark castle.
Shall these bones live?
Yes, and the Christmas tree and my computer screen are the brightest.
Next is someone who loves mulled wine on a cold winter's day/night.
O schaurig ists übers Moor zu gehn,
wenn es wimmelt vom Heiderauche,
sich wie Phantome die Dünste drehn
und die Ranke häkelt am Strauche.
Annette von Droste-Hülshoff (1797 - 1843) (see avatar) Der Knabe im Moor/The Lad in the Moor
???????????????
next knows me as a friend
YO!
Next poster has seen 'Alvin and the Chipmunks.'
Ethel Mertz: Gee, this high altitude sure gives me an appetite.
Fred Mertz: What's your excuse at sea level?
Fred Mertz: Now what are we supposed to do? Thumb a ride on a passing halibut?
Ricky Ricardo: I can't afford it.
Lucy Ricardo: Those must have been the first English words you learned.
sorry, but no.
next person to post is running away from something.
'Mulled wine' is hot, spiced, sweet red wine, which is very tasty and warms you nicely on a cold day.Originally Posted by greenlake
And no, Amanda, I'm not running away from anything. Don't know why I should.
But perhaps the next poster is?
O schaurig ists übers Moor zu gehn,
wenn es wimmelt vom Heiderauche,
sich wie Phantome die Dünste drehn
und die Ranke häkelt am Strauche.
Annette von Droste-Hülshoff (1797 - 1843) (see avatar) Der Knabe im Moor/The Lad in the Moor
me!
and the next one *drum roll*
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