I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end 755Like quills upon the fretful porcupine.
Charlie Fogwhistle almost 10 years ago
Not particularly funny this week. Just bleak.
Grover Premium Member almost 10 years ago
I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end 755Like quills upon the fretful porcupine.
aerilim almost 10 years ago
Is like a girl named Regina…
ziggman14304 almost 10 years ago
“And after reading that super long title, we’re out of time. "
Charlie Fogwhistle almost 10 years ago
If everybody liked the same thing, the world might be covered with golf courses, or perhaps you could only get a tee time once every 3 months.
Caldonia almost 10 years ago
I love Elvis Costello!