The secret is to bang the rocks together, guys.
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
re: the release of your Long Form Birth Certificate
Dear Mr. President,
Please, sir, stop feeding the Trolls.
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