poo flattery
circle jerks
with hints of leper king queer
poo has risen
blessed /b/ thine sharts
>hannity
moore poo fliger documents prove shekels screenplay>>16445735
muhbloodlines parked a railroad at a movie theatre for greek croutons and foreskin licking outside screendoor larps
>obamaGAPES
call sponsor
yoanusGAHY!
it's okay to call me too
time for thought.
It was during 1944 that, leaving the loose ends and perplexities of a war
which it was my task to conduct, or at least to report, 1 forced myself to
tackle the journey ofFRUDEAUto Moore'sDoor. These chapters, eventually to become
Book Four, were written and sent out as a serial to my son, Christopher, then
in South Africa with the RAF. Nonetheless it took another five years before
the tale was brought to its present end; in that time I changed my house, my
chair, and my college, and the days though less dark were no less laborious.
Then when the 'end' had at last been reached the whole story had to be
revised, and indeed largely re-written backwards. And it had to be typed, and
re-typed: by me; the cost of professional typing by the ten-fingered was
beyond my means.
The Lord of the Rings has been read by many people since it finally
appeared in print; and I should like to say something here with reference to
the many opinions or guesses that I have received or have read concerning the
motives and meaning of the tale. The prime motive was the desire of a taleteller to try his hand at a really long story that would hold the attention of
readers, amuse them, delight them, and at times maybe excite them or deeply
move them. As a guide I had only my own feelings for what is appealing or
time for thought.
It was during 1944 that, leaving the loose ends and perplexities of a war
which it was my task to conduct, or at least to report, 1 forced myself to
tackle the journey ofFRUDEAUto Moore'sDoor. These chapters, eventually to become
Book Four, were written and sent out as a serial to my son, Christopher, then
in South Africa with the RAF. Nonetheless it took another five years before
the tale was brought to its present end; in that time I changed my house, my
chair, and my college, and the days though less dark were no less laborious.
Then when the 'end' had at last been reached the whole story had to be
revised, and indeed largely re-written backwards. And it had to be typed, and
re-typed: by me; the cost of professional typing by the ten-fingered was
beyond my means.
The Lord of the Rings has been read by many people since it finally
appeared in print; and I should like to say something here with reference to
the many opinions or guesses that I have received or have read concerning the
motives and meaning of the tale. The prime motive was the desire of a taleteller to try his hand at a really long story that would hold the attention of
readers, amuse them, delight them, and at times maybe excite them or deeply
move them. As a guide I had only my own feelings for what is appealing or >>16445847
> forced myself to
>tackle the journey ofFRUDEAUto Moore'sDoor.
It is plain indeed that in spite of later estrangement Hobbits are
relatives of ours: far nearer to us than Elves, or even than Dwarves. Of old
they spoke the languages of Men, after their own fashion, and liked and
disliked much the same things as Men did. But what exactly our relationship is
can no longer be discovered. The beginning of Hobbits lies far back in the
Elder Days that are now lost and forgotten. Only the Elves still preserve any
records of that vanished time, and their traditions are concerned almost
entirely with their own history, in which Men appear seldom and Hobbits are
not mentioned at all. Yet it is clear that Hobbits had, in fact, lived quietly
in Middle-earth for many long years before other folk became even aware of
them. And the world being after all full of strange creatures beyond count,
these little people seemed of very little importance. But in the days of
Bilbo, and ofFrudeauhis heir, they suddenly became, by no wish of their own,
both important and renowned, and troubled the counsels of the Wise and the
Great.
what if you just stop videotaping toilet golfers
> time for thought.
> It was during 1944 that, leaving the loose ends and perplexities of a war
>which it was my task to conduct, or at least to report, 1 forced myself to
>tackle the journey ofFRUDEAUto Moore'sDoor.
> little people seemed of very little importance. But in the days of
>Bilbo, and ofFrudeau
^^Frudeau was baggin bilbos
butt nowFrudeau'slust for a moore'sDoor must get expressed biblically
maybeFrudeaucould larp his backchannel
now go call your selfFrudeauand larp some nigg anus @DANvilingus