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- Posted: Thu, 15 Nov 2012 19:51:36 +0000
Love. So much love for the soundtrack. I've faltered a little today. bad, hard day. ugh.
Ugh. *trips you* Blame somebody.
Or smack me upside the head, you pansy-a**. I'm sure it'll make you feel better.
Although 'tis more likely to make me feel better, hanging around such a bunch of pansy-assed elves and humans.
Only ones to a right being pansies are hobbits and dwarves, the former because, well, they are. The dwarves cause they can pull it off without massive fail, lol. NOTHING LIKE ANGRY PRANCING MIDGETS.
You in particular, have a particularly icky sticky sickly scent about you, despite alleged 'elfy' skills.
Like a partly rotten cactus.
Canadians. Canadians have the right to be pansies. Canadians make pansiness bad-a** by inadvertently deriving universal immunity from it. Also annoying as hell.
Most of the 'elves' around here are complete weenies. Give me a cold-hearted bloodthirsty creature with an iron fist and an ironic love for peace and mercy, and I'll show you an elf.
Flighty, fluffy, hippies with eggs for brains....ok maybe Legolas - which is cannon - but elves are extremely down-to-earth beings, without actually being part of it. Also very very old. Acting like a toy-poodle or a two-year-old oozing mindless innocence is sickening.
Sure, I'd opt for mannish cultures, for Canada's sake (lolwhut), but they stink. Except for the Rohirrim, who stink anyway, but only as much as the horses do.
And horsies are pretty. Not ponies, horsies. Get your Rohirric straight. Gay-ponies, I mean, for the love of Eru! It's an insult to poor ol' Bill, I tell ye.