The demise of the cockatrice.
So we are making tacos. I open the bag of lettuce. The cutting board explodes. It gets in my taco. AND we have no cutting board. Therefore I cannot but toes of toma. That means no Omeletes, Tacos, or BLT's. Saddening, eh?
On now to icons:
The first one is for Arvand. Surreal as wished m'lady.
Sorry tis a tad bit 'fore midnight, but I have some homework to do.
Au revior.
On now to icons:
The first one is for Arvand. Surreal as wished m'lady.
Sorry tis a tad bit 'fore midnight, but I have some homework to do.
Au revior.