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what if i just killed you benny

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what do you call this?
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what if i just killed you benny
It really hurts to see how shame-based american culture is. If anyone was wondering, I don't capitalize the a in america because I don't respect capitalism :]
wrong answers only, why are you a vampire? i'll start: the universe knew i would be teethed using raw steak, and decided a vampire's soul would be perfect to stick in this body
Please enjoy this very silly filk I came up with on the fly at a scribal workshop today (plus an introductory verse I came up with just now)
To the tune of "Which switch is the switch Miss, for Ipswich?":
I've just had a row with a scribe of the West
A scribe of the West
(I say this in jest)
I asked him for a nib but he lost his head
Somehow he gave me this big wide nib instead
We got so mixed up with the nib widths it's true
That I got annoyed and I cried "Tell me do!"
Which nib is the nib width for this width
It's this nib width with which I require
Which nimwit switched my width with this width
This nib width just will not inspire!
You gave me a new width not this width
So now to escape such a ditch
If you tell me which nib is this width
and which nib width to switch
I'll know which width is which
(The original song for reference)
need to stop listening to paws by badflower at work, it's destroying me
A Game of Thrones, Eddard IV
“I see you have arrived safely, Lord Stark,” Renly said.
“And you as well,” Ned replied.
“You must forgive me, but sometimes you look the very image of your brother Robert.”
“A poor copy,” Renly said with a shrug.
“Though much better dressed,” Littlefinger quipped. “Lord Renly spends more on clothing than half the ladies of the court.”
It was true enough. Lord Renly was in dark green velvet, with a dozen golden stags embroidered on his doublet. A cloth-of-gold half cape was draped casually across one shoulder, fastened with an emerald brooch.
“There are worse crimes,” Renly said with a laugh. “The way you dress, for one.”
Littlefinger ignored the jibe.
this is friendship