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Yes, Elrond is STILL in labor.
What is this, day five?! I have never heard so much whining in my life. He's so doped up that heroin is dripping out of his pupils. He begs Elrohir to tell him stories, which all begin with "And this one time, when I was going down on Faxy..." He keeps demanding footrubs from me. HE SHOULD NOT LOOK FOR FOOTRUBS! THEY HAVE FORSAKEN THESE LANDS! MOSTLY BECAUSE HIS FEET STINK LIKE MORGOTH'S DINGLEBERRIES!
But we're in love, so.
Um, Ms. Ann is here. :) She's so cute with her circular saw, like a button or similar.
Fingolfin is here. That is why I am hiding and typing this from the pantry. I hope he thinks eating--much like sleeping, bathing, and not maiming your terrified descendants--is for pansies.
Yes, Elrond is STILL in labor.
What is this, day five?! I have never heard so much whining in my life. He's so doped up that heroin is dripping out of his pupils. He begs Elrohir to tell him stories, which all begin with "And this one time, when I was going down on Faxy..." He keeps demanding footrubs from me. HE SHOULD NOT LOOK FOR FOOTRUBS! THEY HAVE FORSAKEN THESE LANDS! MOSTLY BECAUSE HIS FEET STINK LIKE MORGOTH'S DINGLEBERRIES!
But we're in love, so.
Um, Ms. Ann is here. :) She's so cute with her circular saw, like a button or similar.
Fingolfin is here. That is why I am hiding and typing this from the pantry. I hope he thinks eating--much like sleeping, bathing, and not maiming your terrified descendants--is for pansies.