I was walking through the Mall of America (in Bloomington, Minnesota) last week, and you can't swing a dead cat in any of the t-shirt shops without hitting a Favre Vikings jersey. (I carry dead cats for such such measurements.) I came this close to buying one and shipping it to Jason. (Or, perhaps better, shipping it to Cosmo with the instructions: "See what you can do with this.")
Please, please do. Make sure not to buy a "small".
I was walking through the Mall of America (in Bloomington, Minnesota) last week, and you can't swing a dead cat in any of the t-shirt shops without hitting a Favre Vikings jersey. (I carry dead cats for such such measurements.) I came this close to buying one and shipping it to Jason. (Or, perhaps better, shipping it to Cosmo with the instructions: "See what you can do with this.")
Please, please do. Make sure not to buy a "small".
I once saw a hungry Erik Mona flesh strip a bull African elephant down to its ivory girders in under fifty seconds. That said, Bulmahn then used the tusks to pick his teeth.
It's true, we were there.
Bulmahn>Mona. Does Mona have a shipful of devoted minotaurs?
WormysQueue(Pathfinder Adventure Path Charter Subscriber; Companion, Tales Subscriber)
Spacelard wrote:
Bert Trautman...The Manchester City goalkeeper played the last 15 minutes of the 1956 FA Cup final with a broken neck after diving at the feet of Birmingham City's Peter Murphy.
Wolfgang Weber...broke his leg in the 1965 quarter finale against Liverpool and kept playing.