Hillaryland
Where the demons dwell; where the banshees live - and they do live well
Where a man is a man, and the children dance to the pipes of pan
'tis a magic place, where the moon doth rise with a dragon's face
where the virgins lie, and the prayers of devils fill the midnight sky - hy hy!
And you my love, won't you take my hand? We'll go back in time to that mystic land. Where the dew drops cry and the cats meow, I will take you there. I will show you how.
The idea of little people dancing around a foam pantsuit is filling my dingy blackened heart with joy.
It's crispy. I tried using grill-cleaning oil on it once, but it just made it crispy and oily.
I cannot believe that only one person thought of that. Congratulations.
Do'h! I just got the "none more black" lyric. They think I'm sllloooowwww, eh?
The diary is a bit overboard but I agree with one point.
People on blogs are not real people. If you are going to vote, I would think something other than; "Somebody is wrong on the internet!" is involved in the desicion making process.
Unity should be seeked by both parties involved.
