“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
Que sera, sera.
Indeed. But never on a Sunday! ;)
Only love can save Ilya.
Never have to do dishes if you break 'em after dinner.
...or stuff grape leaves instead.
Ewww... seaweed burritos...
THAT's almost what I said last Thursday at the "Thai" restaurant! Cabbage burritos!
better to eat a Thai at dinner than wear one.
...I suppose that depends upon what she looks like. ;)
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