<FONT COLOR=cc98cc>"Twenty-one!" said Gimli.
"Good!" said Legolas. "But my count is now two dozen. It has been knife-work up here."
Everyone's prince will come; mine just took a wrong turn, got lost, and is too stubborn to ask for directions.
Friends are the chocolate chips in the cookie of life.
That was my old sig, now I just have a fairy.
[ June 16, 2002: Message edited by: Nevfeniel ]
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Consider the purr a variety of audible tranquilizer. [. . .] For a few of us, there is one more purr, a secret purr. When we combine our secret purrs, we produce the Purr of Power. And that is simply the amplified amity we feel as furred and purred beings.
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