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But, here I am, incredibly in the mood to type because it requires very little brain-use and produces a rather garbled form of language every time I have the time to just whack away at the keyboard. Speaking of garbled languages, I would like to send a word of thanks to the 'Tengwar Freak' and the 'Stalker Guy' for providing much bitching and fun for this year and last year. One much ask: "How can Tengwar be written incorrectly?" We ask this almost daily. The lettering we know. And as for writting English in the Tengwar form, it has been demonstrated by both JRR Tolkien and Christopher that this can be done to satisfaction. (Would like to own up for both myself and Ivan that we have both translated the elvish provided in Tolkien's books so as to demonstrate this fact). The fact that we both wash more regularly (or at least, myself) than the Tengwar Freak, as is indicated by the totally covering on oil on hair and apparant dandruff, is likely to lead to the favouring our views over Tengwar Freak's views. One would not like to include Stalker Guy in a group with Tengwar Freak, except for the conversations both people have lead to. In defense of Stalker Guy, one would like to point out, that although there was a lack of hair on his head, it was likely to be washed more often than the every 10 years that Tengwar freak allows before another wash. After much horrid images, one remembers that last time one was in such a strange mood to type (at the time so bored in a computing class that one desired to practise one's typing) a rather bizare story arose that still produces much amusement from one. One can find one's story on the story link, and one has called one's story, Oldhag, if one remembers correctly. One would recommend the visitation of one's story. One would also like to advertise the near strangulation of one's supposed husband (as was referred to by one Ryan) on the eve of last friday due to some stupid key-pressing by one's practical partner, one Dr. Kiva Bob Salhus. This was entirely found to be the latters fault and one was found to be lawful in the near strangulation of one Dr. kiva Bob Salhus. One would suppose that the local community would also be glad had one carried out with one Dr. Kiva Bob Salhus' strangulation for the peacefulness that would have ensued. One must assume guilt for any possible unpeacefulness that will occur due to unstrangulation of one Dr. Kiva Bob Salhus and blame will henceforce be issued upon one Dr. Kiva Bob Salhus for his unstrangulation. One, on the instance of blames, would like to put forth many more on the account of one Dr. Kiva Bob Salhus, but one is becoming too lazy and one is becoming tired of writting Dr. Kiva Bob Salhus. One blames all this on Dr. Kiva Bob Salhus. One would like to also clean one Ryan's look at the announcement that Dr. Kiva Bob Salhus did not make it to his abode on thursday night. One would like to stress that one Ryan refused to listen to the rather comical story behind this escapade, and rather after one Ryan's mind quickly assumed that one had been involved a crude comment was made to both one and one Dr. Kiva Bob Salhus. One would like to say that one Ryan's mind is rather inventive, or, should one say, rather uninventive, in his conclusion. One would like to stress that one Dr. Kiva Bob Salhus was too intoxicated on thursday night to make the 40 minute stroll to his abode and so opted to join ones father in the lounge room. One would like to conclude that one or both snore. This could possibly be the result of one's lack of sleep. One has decided that one must buy some food eventually, and despite the aparent lack of subject, one must conclude that it must belong to one Dr. Kiva Bob Salhus, as the name as been written far too many times, and the blame is laid apon the shoulders of one Dr. Kiva Bob Salhus. One must buy food, and one has decided to at the time that is now. Or one might possibly withdraw to one's abode and recline on one's. One says farewell. : ) |