Five dollars to the person who gets it right!
And another five dollars to the person that guesses how much money the winner will get!
I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar. I got it in the mail.
Oak?
Desktop: Four Frenchmen dining on frog legs and red wine.
In the Jardin de Tuilleries (forgive the incorrect spelling).
prize: zilch.
I am large,
I contradict myself,
I contain multitudes.
~Walt Whitman
Computer desktop, actually, and I think my real desktop is some cheap pine.
I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar. I got it in the mail.
Bottles?
Crackwise got the second one, ding ding ding! But guess what, you don’t get anything for it! Ain’t I just the funniest thing alive? Well, aren’t I? Okay, so I’m not, and not too original either.
I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar. I got it in the mail.