with my little eye …
something purple.
with my little eye …
something purple.
That’s nice.
My Aunt Tillie once owned something purple.
A one-eyed one-horned flying purple people-eater?
Is it bigger than a breadbox?
Ah. It’s Bosda’s sig. Right?
Kat was right – which means, of course, that rjk was right too, I guess.
There’s a great bit on this from Cerebus the Aardvark.
Cerebus replies, “Extensive bruising around your head and shoulders if you don’t stop playing stupid kids games.”
A duck!
But about that echo…
Was it this guy? —>
Well it’s purplish, you little vixen.