Horace doing his Snagglepuss impression.
Rip loves it when a plan comes together.
Your concern is underfounded….
You kidding me? I ripped my testikles off on one of those! The tenor position in the choir was a bonus though…
Mr. Jones and me, tell each other beary tales…..
We need that. Villager trading hall is the worst noise in the game.
Keats writing Vogon poetry.
Paul is dead……
Your Near Year’s resolution was definitely lame.
I’ve been called a “dogsitter” before but never anything as heinous as that.