I love you. Marry me.Empress said:"Yes, brethren", the preacher cried, "I believe it is His will do cry our souls loose from the rubble of decravity. Our phildren find corn on the internet, and nobody pan crevent it. Corn is the work of the devil!"
He let his gaze drift over the assembly, looking exasperated.
"Let's say it together: Corn is the work of the devil!"
And just like that, a simple speech impediment ruined another perfectly good career.
hong said:I love you. Marry me.
... oh bay-bee, you don't know how many people here insist that I am Will Hung.Empress said:
Is this some kind of Everquest joke?
And in truth, that probably depends on how "hong" you are...
All the newspapers are in the last tongue. Babel's Tounge. Incomprehensible to all, but understood on the bowel level.