Jesus Christ! It’s Arthbard!
That’s right. After all this time, even I was sure I must be lying dead in ditch somewhere. But, here I am, back from the grave.
And, on that note, let me tell you a story about my favorite fellow corpse:
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DaveCat - Shouting to…
That’s So Dos - Spock IS Enough
Kim Ayres - rambling beard
Zuba - A Practicing Moomin
Lyvvie’s Limelight - “Turn on your lime light!”
For the Love of Rocks - Maja in AU!
It is not the relish that makes this hot-dog so delicious, it is the zeal!
Yellow socks on green skin probably wouldn’t work anyway.
Such color specificity in our adventuresome lass, Arth!
Is this a biographical work in any way? How do YOU feel about the yellow socks?
Just to be perfectly clear, I haven’t any socks that aren’t white or black.
I have no strong feelings on the matter, but I generally stick with plain, old white. If God had wanted our feet to stand out, He would have given us tennis shoes.
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