Happy Birthday to one of the most loved people in Snafu (in my opinion)! Today is the day of your birth. 9 months before your birth your dad did it to your mom, then... well, you know what happens next. Today's your day dude! Drink whatever you want to drink, and party hard you BAMF! Feliz Cumpleaños Señor Sangre! Blow dem candles, and make a wish! Who knows, maybe someone will strip for you.
And now, the birthday song! Hit it Steve!
Mir@k: Exodis is the little kid of the forum, compared to everyone else. Grey: From now on i will call you eggy because i don't like x but ex sounds like eggs. i like eggs. Yog: Exodis, your manner of speech and the way you conduct yourself is beginning to evolve to the point where I'm starting to like you. Blood Lord: Yup, Randori is a very well respected night elf of the community. His valuable service to the site has brought great blessings to this people. BeeAre: I'm totally gay for Randori. Stuff: Exodis, you are learning. Mama is proud.
“Knew you the second you set foot on my property, kid. Even as young as you were, how could I not? Folks want to blame someone for gals like us. “Her daddy was unkind” or “some fella broke her heart” … Hogwash. You and me’ve always been like this. Always a little removed. Always… dreaming.Of higher, further, faster… more. Always more. We came into this world spittin’ mad, runnin’ full bore… To or from what, I ain’t never been able to tell. Over the years, I’ve come to think of these particular traits as the shared attributes of a chosen people… the Lord put us here to punch holes in the sky. And when the soul is born with that kind of purpose… It’ll damn sure find a way. We’re gonna get where we’re going, you and me. Death and indignity be damned… we’ll get there……And we will be the stars we were always meant to be.” Helen Cobb, Captain Marvel #1
"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."