"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
Some days I feel like I missed out by never getting to play the MGS games.
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
After our final code push at work on Fridays, we have beer 'o clock for the rest of the afternoon. Definitely a nice moment of relaxation amid a very stressful and emotional week.
Simple if you don't mind if they collapse, at least; but they are very delicious, and I've never noticed a change in taste in collapsed vs. not collapsed.
I learned to love popovers at the Jordan Pond House in Acadia. So when I have them there is always some nostalgia involved, too.
Simple if you don't mind if they collapse, at least; but they are very delicious, and I've never noticed a change in taste in collapsed vs. not collapsed.
I learned to love popovers at the Jordan Pond House in Acadia. So when I have them there is always some nostalgia involved, too.
Jordan Pond House is where I learned to love popovers, too!! I go there every time I'm in Maine! My family goes up to Acadia every few years, I love it there.
Only one of mine collapsed, and yep, still tasted just fine.
My first loaf of sourdough has officially been made, and it tastes just fine. A piece of the crust that I broke off and ate while it was cooling was very sour and I was worried the whole thing would be that bad, but it's actually quite mild inside.
I'd say it looks pretty good for a first go at sourdough, myself! Hoping for an even more open crumb next time, if I can manage it. Unfortunately, I tend to clumsily manhandle my dough; a delicate touch, I have not. I think I'm getting better at it, though.
My first loaf of sourdough has officially been made, and it tastes just fine. A piece of the crust that I broke off and ate while it was cooling was very sour and I was worried the whole thing would be that bad, but it's actually quite mild inside.
I'd say it looks pretty good for a first go at sourdough, myself! Hoping for an even more open crumb next time, if I can manage it. Unfortunately, I tend to clumsily manhandle my dough; a delicate touch, I have not. I think I'm getting better at it, though.
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
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SylandraJoin Queue for Mafia GamesThe Last Mafia Game
I'm grateful to every good teacher I've ever had. Today a student came to me for advice, and I found myself repeating the wisdom that they gave me when I was in her position. Some days I feel like a cog in the wheel, but other days I feel warm and fuzzy like I'm making a difference. Those days make the other ones worth it.
"Oh yeah, you're a naughty mayor, aren't you? Misfile that Form MA631-D. Comptroller Shevat's got a nice gemstone disc for you, but yer gonna have to beg for it."
Just returned from watching Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children. It's one of the rare cases where I haven't read the book before I watched the movie. I have to say that it's awesome (though I cannot really judge because alas, I haven't read the book) and true to the Burton-esque style. Though I was kinda surprised that it featured neither Johnny Depp nor Helena Bonham Carter. But it had Chris O'Dowd (The IT Crowd ftw! ).
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EveriineWise Old Swordsbird / BrontaurIndianapolis, IN, USA
Homemade Philly cheese steaks and fresh cut fries.Delicious!
Everiine is a man, and is very manly. This MAN before you is so manly you might as well just gender bend right now, cause he's the manliest man that you ever did see. His manly shape has spurned many women and girlyer men to boughs of fainting. He stands before you in a manly manerific typical man-like outfit which is covered in his manly motto: "I am a man!"
Daraius said: You gotta risk it for the biscuit.
Pony power all the way, yo. The more Brontaurs the better.
This is my first weekend where I have no been scheduled to work at my part time job, plus I had to take today off so I get a second long weekend in a row. Unfortunately I have to take my kitten to the vet because he's old enough for something to be done, so I have a very angry hungry cat on my hands and later today I'll have a dopey, hungry, angry cat.
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
He invokes the same amount of fear in me when he's hungry as spiders do just hanging around.
But I still love him so, though he wont love me so much later today.
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
But I do have a cat who is more appropriately sized.
I'm considering dressing Onyx up as a bat this Halloween, and my dog as Dracula. The cat may have forgiven me by that point, must ruin his life again (in his mind) >.>
Avurekhos says, "Dylara's a PvP menace in my eyes, totes rekting face."
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable. Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
It is rainy and cold and miserable outside, I have nowhere to be, I have internet and books and this morning was given two, yes two boxes of chocolates for my birthday. Talk about happy place.
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The divine voice of Avechna, the Avenger reverberates powerfully, "Congratulations, Morkarion, you are the Bringer of Death indeed."
You see Estarra the Eternal shout, "Morkarion is no more! Mourn the mortal! But welcome True Ascendant Karlach, of the Realm of Death!
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
I learned to love popovers at the Jordan Pond House in Acadia. So when I have them there is always some nostalgia involved, too.
Only one of mine collapsed, and yep, still tasted just fine.
I'd say it looks pretty good for a first go at sourdough, myself! Hoping for an even more open crumb next time, if I can manage it. Unfortunately, I tend to clumsily manhandle my dough; a delicate touch, I have not. I think I'm getting better at it, though.
(You really should, at least 1 and 3)
The divine voice of Avechna, the Avenger reverberates powerfully, "Congratulations, Morkarion, you are the Bringer of Death indeed."
You see Estarra the Eternal shout, "Morkarion is no more! Mourn the mortal! But welcome True Ascendant Karlach, of the Realm of Death!
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
Tonight amidst the mountaintops
And endless starless night
Singing how the wind was lost
Before an earthly flight
But I still love him so, though he wont love me so much later today.
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.
The eye of Dylara materialises in your hands and flings itself around your neck, tightening incomprehensibly until it is irremovable.
Perfectly clean, this eyeball has been wrenched from the socket of Dylara. It has been animated by some unusual force, constantly looking around itself as if in shock or fear. It is bathed in a light covering of white flames that roll endlessly over its surface. A single chain of empyreal metal pierces either side of the eye, allowing it to be worn around the neck.