One more thing dear noter of my notes....
Remind me to speak to tanya about talking to the barbarian slaves... Wily has picked up alittle ditty that is really grating on my nerves... something along the line of...
Falon.. Falon bo ballon bo nana fanna mo mallon...
she shy.. sho shallon... FALON.
OVER and OVER and OVER... again.
:::grits Her teeth as the redheaded Breaded Tuchuk passes by singing... a shiver.. and the book was closed with a loud yell....::::
WILYYYYYYYYYYYyyyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee !!!!!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment