And now it knows.
Garments worn underneath the outer garments. Or in its case, garments that it sniffs and rubs on its face.
It may purchase its gastric heresies directly from street vendors in Mexico. It will be delighted to know that its intestinal woe shall be mitigated by the ingestion of less offensive ingredients, such as long black tendrils, perspiration, and nasal mucous.
Its pocket doubtless contains sundry unavailing materials that fall through the many holes therein, which themselves bear testament to its rather odious obsession with fondling itself at social gatherings.
Ripping sheets from its calendar signifies that it has abandoned all hope of finding meaning in its pathetic life. We recommend that, as an act of mercy, it rip out all the sheets and stuff them in its mouth until it cannot breathe.
Scottish poetry.
Our countenance is far too magnificent for its vainglorious similitudes.
Is it addressing us or the blood sucking nymph?
And now it puts the lotion in the basket.
We recommend that it study Paul Ingrey’s Insurance Clock. It may then assert that on the tenth day of September, in the two-thousand-and-first year of Our Lord, the time was seven of the clock. By examining the impact of the ensuing day’s events on the insurance industry, it may easily raise its requisite distinct points, covering the bulk of its concerns.
It is likely still missing another word for thesaurus.
Although royalty has typically been seen, in human history, as a divine right passed on through family lineage, I gather your own royal nature is a product of your (self perceived) a priori superiority over we lesser beings. (Sort of William Ernest Henley by way of Nietze/Marvel Comics.) Keeping in mind that there are not only widely disparate philosophies regarding the rights & priveleges of royals, but of the responsibilities of such as well (such noblesse oblige lately being exemplified by the -now defunct- Queen Mum of England), what I want to know is this:
Boxers or briefs?
Maroon or black boxers or briefs? Does knowing what time it is shed light on the mutually reinforcing nature of adverse selection and moral hazard in determining insurance dynamics? Did you mean snooty rather than snotty or were you anticipating kabbes by mentioning 'flu vaccinations - evident akrasia with respect to - and their self-undermining cycle which given your <ahem> political philosophy you celebrate rather than fret over? How can it be that you know not Father Ted?
So just who was this JDT person anyway?
Um, actually, I was talking to the “Royal We” guy, not you.
<ahem>
Yes.
Esprix
Or were they really really reallly really dark blue?
They are impeccably tailored garments, specially fitted to accomodate our massive genitalia, and are made from the finest Indian silk by fifth generation master artisans.
We is a big dick?
OG!! OG!! OG!!
They are the purest white. It sometimes does. No, we did not. How can it be that it does not know where James VI was born?
I am old, Libertarian
(or so my mirror says)
And my hair has begun turning white.
And yet I incessantly stand on my head.
Do you think at my age it is right?
Did it mean JDK?