It's Flounceroo How many avatars, title changes can you load onto Hiag, the Not606 Mule? Carefully now, put up a picture of Tony Adams, holding a big cup and..... uh-oh, he'll FLOUNCEROO!!!
Will be quite fun watching the avatar changes and the resulting indignation ... I blame his parents ... should have taught the jelly bellied ****wit to take losing with good grace and some humility ...
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way—in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
This thread. Piskie is the type of git that'll ask you for that fiver you borrowed of him 12 years ago, but had forgot about.
It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats.