The Shoutbox
you don't have to work today, Kent?
Time Machine at 1:45
Ah, that sucks. Sorry to hear it, SC.
Whaat? Was that really the words to Mary Mary quite contrary?

Sometimes I hate refresh
Goooood morning.
"Mary, Mary quite contray, how does your garden grow?"

"I does wee on it."

"Why Mary. That's disgusting. The behavior of common London Scum."

"I does."
"Cannon to the right of them,
Cannon to the left of them,
Cannon in front of them,
Volleyed and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell,
Rode the six-hundred"
It's by Kipling.
Spud! Wake up! I think I just saw a poem!