Time for the moustache.
Ha! I'm thinking of growing one of those little tufts on my upper chin, actually. That should do the trick.By the way - and this is completely the wrong forum - HAPPY BIRTHDAY. I've been meaning to say so for days (since the 26th, in fact), but have come over all disorganised and fuzzy. More on that (the felicitations, not the fuzz) later. xoxox.
Did your eyebrow do the Highland Sword Dance?
I suspect her eyes were shooting daggers.
Hurling Dirks, perhaps.
Poor Dirk, surely there is a more docile sport to participate in than the cruel and volatile hurling.Anyway, you know we're only getting half the story. No doubt there was vengeful pitchcapping and defenestration aplenty. The world of Melbourne Academia is a dangerous one, indeed, for indiscreet undergraduate ragamuffins.
I keep well away from projectiles (soccer balls, dirks, tepanyaki, and the like).Go to bed everyone. It's getting late.
what about: mzzzzzzz?rhymes with bzzzzzz and echoes the apparent sharpness of the eyebrow.
There's nothing wrong with eyebrow literature, by them such authors as Robert 'errick, O 'enry, and L. 'arlot. And then there's the famous songs, 'Ye take the eyebrow and I'll take the lowbrow' and 'Ye banks and bonnie brows', as popularised by Robbie 'Eyelltakewhateverfeckinbrowiwantorillsconnerye' Burns.
Doctor! Doctor!I Miss you!My son Mrs you! So do the rest of the family!
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