The slab of the black hearth, real suns of the shores: ah! wells of magic; sole sight of dawn, this time. ******* La plaque du foyer noir, de réels soleils des grèves : ah ! puits des magies ; seule vue d'aurore, cette fois.
Sooo like, I graduated college.
White tie, boom.
Just a litttttle bit of snow out today
Bringing the mustache back!
If nothing else, I have a pretty snazzy new tie.
Yeah, I have a robot onesie, it’s fine.
